"Her stammer betrayed her nervousness and fear. Alan shook his phone to ask if it was hers, and Holly nodded. Then he looked down and said something t... the woman, and then calmed her down. The woman grunted, but still did not dare to show her dissatisfaction too much. Reluctantly, she got up and pulled her body off the man's cock, then casually wiped it twice with a paper towel, change her clothes as fast as you can and brush past Holly."Don't let me see you next time." The woman said one word. Years passed. I had lost count of the years that had passed, but I recollect quite a number of changing seasons from summer to winter to summer to winter. I sensed that I had aged quite a bit. Not once, even for a moment, had I been unshackled and removed from their toilet-slave mechanism since the day they installed me. Over half of my life had been spent inside a single room--a bathroom, subsisting on nothing except female human waste and other body excreta (except for that one time that she. At that moment I unloaded deep into her. As I withdrew my cock, I realized not only was a still hard, I was hornier than I have ever been in my life. They asked me if I had just cum, and not wanting the fun to be over, I said not really. They asked what that meant, and I said I stopped right before, so maybe a bit came out, but not a full cum. Her friend rolled over onto her back, and spread her legs before. My wife looked me in the eyes and said, "fuck her good, and fill her up." I entered her. Dave re-entered with four cold beers and quickly said, “Don’t worry. I didn’t say anything to anybody.” Apparently he didn’t have to, because about ten seconds later there was a light knock on the door. Dee cracked it open, and one of those other guys was standing there, smiling. “Anybody need assistance or anything else in there?” He asked with a silly grin. Now, I’d just had two cocks in me, and got two loads of cum. I felt that irresistible craving surge through me. I had enjoyed some.