It's not right, in fact it's immoral to get in the way of someone else's spirit." That's it. I need to be free. I want the freedom to think, to travel... to speak my mind." She paused with a big smile, "and fuck!" She laughed. "I want to be free to have sex when I'm turned on by someone. I love my body and I love how I feel when I'm fucking. I feel alive. I love using my body to give me and others pleasure. What a gift our minds and bodies are. What a goddamn fucking great gift it is to be so. Knowing there is a huge load of poop on the other side of that wall turns me on so much. I smell your asshole and enjoy the intoxicating scent. I kiss it, I lick it for a while. I dip my finger inside your vagina to get it a bit wet and then I gently insert my finger in your asshole. I feel the tip of your poop with my finger and it drives me wild. You cannot hold back anymore, saying 'I have to pee and poop now!'. I lay the towel down on the bathroom floor and we get in the 69 position - your. The thought that these were the only things he could physically wear only further compounded his submission to the situation.He sauntered over to the mirror (it was easier to keep the act up, when he let his manner slip things got real bad). Blonde curls tumbled on to his face from a busy pile fixed up high on his head. This was new, so we're the fine black eyebrows that had been tattooed high and angled above his thickly enhanced lashes. The little sloping nose and constantly kiss shaped lips. Help came from his Mistress's hand; she grasped him gently between thumb and forefinger and guided his missile to its chosen silo.He rammed the whole of his purple veined cock into her depths. She screamed but did not resist his initial thrusting instead, she raised her rear a little higher and made his entry into her a little less fraught with the danger of him bending his cock too much. The angle still wasn't quite right, but it mattered not a whit to him as he pounded her pussy with his.