‘Why don’t you come with me next Tuesday night then to Candy Girls?’ Pia again paused, obviously thinking about the implications then replied �...OK but what should I wear?’ I decided to get straight to the point so that she understood exactly what would happen if she went. ‘You need to wear either some very sexy lingerie or something kinky under your clothes and maybe you should buy some kind of cheap, trashy party outfit that you won’t mind getting slightly damaged or torn’. She looked at me. Afterall, John was one that could cum multiple times a day.After a couple minutes, John emerged. In his right hand, he held and carried our toy box. The box was full of handcuffs, lube, and other restraints and toys. I knew he was determined, and he hadn't given up.He placed the box up on the table next to the bed. My eyes were shut, pretending to sleep. I heard the box open softly. The next thing I knew, he had grabbed my wrists and was tying them together. My wrists were bound together at one. I don't wanna keep making you cry." But she doesn't let go, just hugs me tighter, and I can feel hot drops spatter on my shoulder. And I've made her cry. Again. And my throat feels all strangled and tight, and my vision starts to go blurry. Shit. I'm crying. Again. And I'm begging her, begging her to stop hugging me, to stop holding me, even as my arms betray me and loop around her, pulling her closer. "I'm sorry," I whisper in her ear, my voice hoarse, "I didn't want it to be like that. I. She then said “Go”, and we both proceeded to shit together. It was not a single shit, but a series of shits that came in three or four waves. It took all of 5 minutes to empty our bowels.The smell of our shit mixing in the bowl wafted upwards, mingling with the sweat smell from our genitals made for a sublime smell. It heightened the sexual experience and made us even more sexually aroused.When we finished shitting, Reka asked me to swap places with her. Still in the squatting position, she.