." Thank you, Honey. Thank you so much. I love you, Ryan." I know, Mom. I love you too. But Mom ... this doesn't change anything. I don't want to play...your little psycho game anymore. Do you understand?" Yes, Ryan ... totally. That's what I want too. No more games. I made it a game, even though that wasn't what I meant for it to be. But no more games, for sure."Ryan breathed a short sigh of relief. But he wasn't sure what to do next. He had forgiven his mother, and she had said the games were. She slept fitfully that night, her hands continually wandering to her erogenous zones as she formulated a plan to fulfil her newly confirmed desires.At about 1 in the morning she got up and turned the computer on and fired off an email to monstercock4fun. She slept after that and in the morning returned home to greet her k**s, finding it hard to look them in the eye and wondering how they managed to pull it off. She figured that it was only because they didn't know that she knew.Steve turned. There was a huge bowl in the middle of the barn and I was thrown into it. It was filled with piss and shit. The other girls were thrown into it as well and the top was closed with a rack. We were trapped. The amount of piss and shit most be from all these men but even then it was so much they must have been saving it in containers for days of something. The men started pissing in on us. Some shitting and puking. Already the bowl was so full that I could not stay flat on the bottom without. Taking his time he made his way to her, keeping a lookout for any more guards but finding none. Paul found a room with a single coffin upon a dais in the center. He didn't have to open it to know she was inside. Approaching he looked upon the polished old mahogonany wood he scented the air. The whiff of her perfume caught in his nostrils and he closed his eyes savoring the moment. His prey now lay before him smelling so sweet, and mouth watering. Impatient to get at her he grasped the lid,.