"I'm sorry. He is just so going to love this." "Do you think she's going to be very nervous? If so, we can offer hersomething to keep her calm through...the process. Maybe some wine or even aValium." "Let me ask him." Stevie put Paul on hold for about 30 seconds and then picked the line backup. "Yes to both. They might keep him from getting over excited." "And will she be bringing something to wear?" "I'm not sure yet. Maybe we'll shop for something later. What size wouldyou say he is?" "A size. " It is. These are temporary bridges. That's what the dentist wanted me to go back for on Friday. That was the surprise he had for me."She took the thumb and index finger of her left hand and pried apart the lips to the side of the new teeth. Talking with her teeth closed and the lips on one side pried open made her a little tough to understand."See? There are some white straps over the real teeth holding them in. They used to use metal but now you can hardly tell. I could have actually gotten. That day I was wearing very brief underwear that had a thin cord over the ass and the cord had gone deep inside the crack and from outside one got the feeling as if I was naked. I then started looking for my towel all over the room and then bent down to search in the suitcase under the bed ensuring my ass was pushed up, I pretended to look inside the suitcase for two minutes, giving enough time to suresh to get aroused completely.Now I turned my head and looked at suresh and asked him – suresh. For Jiya, shitting was an art, a life-long journey in perversion and depravity that she had relentlessly pursued since she was first introduced to scat by her aunt. Since then there was no turning back. She had experimented with all kinds of foods, different amounts of water and piss, holding her turds in her for different durations, even what time of the day you shitted made a difference. Years of hard-work had paid off and today she was the considered a goddess of shit lovers. Anyone who'd.