Goddamn it, Son. You’ve gotten ANOTHER small object stuck inside yourself and Mommy has to come to the rescue yet again to help remove it. Mommy is starting to suspect you’re purposefully hiding things in your asshole because you secretly love the way her gloved fingers feel sliding inside you and stretching you open. Is that so? (Can be enjoyed on its own or as the sequel to “Mommy, There’s Something in My Ass”)