The toilet slave was asleep, so Lisa pressed the doorbell button mounted on the wall above its head.“Yeeeeooooowwwww!” it screamed and jerked, as ...he button activated the taser strapped to its cock.“Wake up, bitch,” said Lisa. “I gotta pee.”The toilet slave’s head stuck out through a hole in the wall such that its face was at the same height as a toilet seat. Its head rested in a V-shaped cradle which prevented it from rolling its head from side to side when someone was sitting on its face with. I am blonde, brown eyes, and thirty-four b breasts. I have had my share of semen or is it seamen?Please sit back and let me tell you about a four-hour cruise that went amuck. I have a first mate named Bob. Let us say Bob is not the sharpest tool in the shed. His parents named him Robert, but he goes by Bob. That way, he can spell his name backward or forwards. Bob is hardworking but dumb as a rock.Why do I keep Bob around, you ask? Simple, he is hung like a horse and has a tongue like Gene. But she does have to say no — I'm not a mind reader.And especially when I'm like that — right off the field, naked, and she was just un-fucking-believable. I don't know why I hadn't noticed how absolutely, overwhelmingly, incredibly fuck-able Carol was. Everything about her was a turn on. The way she looked at me, eyes wide and bright. The hot, slick feel of her skin — I didn't know if it was sweat or water but she smelled like, like, like I didn't know what I just know I couldn't stop licking. ” Bob was shouting insistently from behind me, but it was too late, my hand was already touching the blade of the sword.“It’s enchanted,” he ended in a whiny voice, but I wasn’t paying attention more than in a peripheral way, as things were happening to me that held most of my attention.Looking down from a new prospective, I found that while my hand was still touching the blade, my head was touching the underside of the second floor of the building. Bob was some seven feet below my eyes, and my.