Taking care of the wife’s mother

“fuck!” she said, her mind working overtime as to what I had heard her say.

Then I grabbed her knickers and tugged them down her legs and threw them next to her tights. She moved her legs to stop me getting to her vaginal area, but I forced my finger into her labia majora and fingered her for about a minute.

I could see her face had changed from anger to humiliation; tears had begun to run down her cheeks. I did slightly feel sorry for her as I was invading her most private of feminine areas, but she had treated my Wife just as badly previously, and I could not let her get away with that.

“So is this your… then Mrs. Esse?” I asked her.

“Yes, you know it is,” she replied abruptly.

“And what part of your anatomy is this?” I asked as I slid my finger into her Urethral hole.

“That..that..that is where I pee from,” she said in a tearful whimper.

Does this bring back any memories, Mrs. Esse?” I asked her.

“You bastard!” she called me, as again, her humiliation turned back to anger and resentment.

I continued to slide my finger in her urethra for several more minutes, making her beg me to stop abusing her.