(Annabel POV)
Something was pressing at my ass hole. It felt oily, lubricated perhaps, and not especially large. I tried to cooperate, to relax and permit Its entrance, again as if I had a choice. I was also fervently praying that it wasn't an enema. That was just really not my cup of tea, or coffee, as the case may be. As it made its way deeper and deeper, I realized it was also gaining in girth, stretching me, uncomfortably, at first, and then painfully. I realized I was gasping and then grunting. Dean's hand pressed down on the small of my back, so maybe I was squirming, too. When I didn't think I could possibly take any more, the stretching suddenly stopped, the girth of what I now presumed to be a butt plug eased. Although still stretched and filled impossibly fu
