How was it that I was being fuck by these two strangers and being watched by my Husband, well it all started on my honeymoon just a few short months a...o. I notice straight away that my new Husband enjoyed showing me off, insisting that I go topless on the beach and to wear revealing clothes around the hotel and shops. At first this was a bit off putting for I thought my body was for his enjoyment alone. After two weeks of flashing my body, I suppose I got use to exposing myself to anyone and. “That’s my plug. It means I need a poop,” she said, reaching under her skirt to pull out her purple Auto Plus Plug. It had grown fatter over the weekend, and pulsated slowly in her hand.“What, you need a butt-plug to tell you when to have a shit?” asked Claire.“Well, when I’m wearing it, it feels like I need a dump all the time – because it’s always stroking the inside of my ass. So it has a ‘poop-sensor’ to tell you when to have a shit. I should’ve gone straight after lunch. It’s okay – it. I don't know where she lived. I know it's not much but like I said, that's what I need you for." I thought this was someone you knew? That's all you've got is a name? What makes you think she's dead?"I could feel the tears starting to form. "Because I saw it happen." You saw it happen? How could you see it happen if you don't even know where it happened?" The same way I am sitting here in the middle of the night talking to you in your office, while you're asleep." A dream, you saw all this in a. I brought her to the threshold of climax but pulled myself away before she could cross it. She whimpered and moaned, having forgotten her pride and now begging me to continue. I would satisfy her, but not in the way she thought. I moved back between her legs, but this time, my tongue found a different opening. Betty became stiff as she felt me lick her backdoor, slipping around the entrance. I penetrated the ring, jamming my tongue into her asshole like I was putting out a cigarette. Betty.