We still haven’t settled on a cover image, or if we’re going to put any art on the cover at all (perhaps a piece in the interior). I’ve got this...verbal vignette which I think might describe a great picture (either a photo or a drawing) for the book, and I’m looking for someone who can provide the imagery to go with it. The publisher doesn’t have much money for it, but we may be able to get some honorarium for the artist. So if anyone can come up with the illustration this story describes, and. Like when she was bent over and scrubbing the floor with soapy water, and suddenly it was filling her ass as well. Once he filled her up with a slightly smaller amount, and then fucked her burning hole, sloshing the enema around inside her body. It was wickedly dirty, incredibly filling, and she came all over the recently cleaned floor. One day he asked her to hang some of the sheets outside on a line to dry, just to give them a fresh outdoors scent. Allison looked all day for some clothespins. I was told that he was the heir to a vast business conglomerate. He reputedly had trust funds for college from each of his four grandparents. He had boasted one night that he would pay the tuition of every girl currently enrolled at the small college, if the would all agree to him fucking them all, one by one. He wanted a morning fuck, a nooner and a bedtime fuck. He might also want an afternoon fuck, now and then. The other stipulation was that he got to choose which hole he fucked on each. For everything,” she sighed, still pressed against me. “Any chance you have time to debrief me?” she asked coyly.“You’ll need to check with my wives,” I reminded her.“Stacey already approved,” she giggled.I looked around trying to decide the best spot to debrief her, but she pulled me insistently back to the room with the bunks. “Ummm ... what about the others?” I asked hesitantly. “They have permission, too,” she chuckled. They were stark naked and waiting for us. Each of them kissed me.