The Madam shoved my head down into the bowl again and into the soft broken waste matter and the shit smeared all over my face as I savored the pungent...feces. The smell was overpowering but it drove me into an insane frenzy, the foul nature of it making me even more glutted with lust. I gobbled most of the disgusting contents in the bottom of the bowl, and she then held my face down in the water while she flushed the toilet. I gasped for air as the water drowned and bubbled up over my ears,. "Yeah? Would that be okay? Hmmmm? Push my son's big hard cock into your mother's wet pussy?" Oh mom! Yes please!! Let me!" Mmmmm Yeah? Lay me back and use my son's gorgeous cock to make long slow deep love to your mother's hungry pussy?" You know I would, so deep, so long, so sweetly!" Oh Andy, sweetheart! I would let you! Let you make love to me! Make love to me anyway you like. Take me in every way, every position, every room. Your own mother! My own son. I would let you fuck me! Fuck your. " He pinches my nipples tightly, and twists them. I shiver and inhale sharply, but the pain is vastly outweighed by the heat beginning to build between my legs. Master rises, and tells me to stand and bend over the end of the bed with my hands behind my neck, my feet together. I lie perfectly still on Masters bed, waiting patiently for his bidding. His strong hands rub my back, working their magical way down my body, slowly caressing my ass. He works his finger between my legs to the very. His face could only be described as a pained grimace of pure rage, while sweat mixing with a seemingly infinite stream of tears added to the almost frighteningly dishevelled appearance of Mr. Tucker's face. But the most disturbing sight was the uncontrollable shaking of a human very short of being overwhelmed by blind rage."Those shitheads, those fucking barbaric shitheads! They don' fuckin' know how t'is to lose a child. Dammit, what sorta sick motherfucker do ya hav'ta be to make a child just.