“Tell me to fill you up slut. Tell me to shove thisbottle up your big ass.” Melissa laughed.“Please mistress,” cried Joan, ...20;shove it up my ass.”Joan felt the bottle driving sliding up her ass as shetried to relax her muscles to keep from breaking it.Liquid was pouring into her bowels as if she wasreceiving an enema. When it emptied out, the bottle wasremoved.“You better hold that in while I slap your ass slut,”said Melissa behind her as the first. I walked down to the park and sat in my usual spot were nobody can see me, its like a second home to me really nobody ever came out to this part of the park i always had cigarettes and condoms stashed there and it wasent far from the toilet block in case i needed a root or to pee but usually i just pee on in the bushes i dont know why it just turns me on to pee in public sometimes i might even taste my pee. I sat in my spot and lit my cigarette and sat down going through my Facebook feed on my. She groaned and sighed repeatedly as the dog's wildly slashing tongue slid over her clit and into her pussy, sinking deeper than her father could ever reach. Her eyelids fluttered, her cunt rippled and her face flushed a bright red as her body shook with rapturous spasms. The rim of her tight little cunt clenched like a pink fist and she sank to the floor, reeling with the force of her orgasm.Patti slowly recovered and sat up. Winston was panting and sitting on his haunches, his red doggie-cock. "He told me, and tightened his embrace as his lips met mine. He kissed me deeply, weakly at first and then harder, stronger."Thank you for making me feel like a man again,"He told me, "I hope this means I'm cured.." No, you're not cured."I said gently, "Your condition is incurable..but if I treat you regularly, it will be manageable.." So all I need is you to really massage me and play with it? And I won't get any more pain?" As long as you do as I say and have regular therapy..if you don't.