The gray light in the morning shone through the curtains, and I felt Ada moving above me, her body tensed in an agonized gasp. "Hmm... aah... it hurts..." she whimpered, her fingers shivering in her as she seemed to reach backward to her asshole, and her face twisted in pain.
I reached out to her and touched her by the wrist, with a caring voice. "Mother Ada... are you okay?"
When Ada said, "My asshole... it stings a bit when I move... "one of her cheeks turned flushed with embarrassment, and she was whispering. Shame was making her voice rich, yet her flesh failed her--her thighs tightening against one another in their attempt to alleviate the soreness.
"Let me look," I said to her, pushing my hands around her waist, and turning her on her side very tenderly.
I opened her legs partway and stared at the swollen, reddened lines of her asshole, which were still sore after such fierce sodomism the previous night.
