I also think about a woman who is constantly constipated and needs my help to poop. Sometimes I will slide my finger inside her asshole and try to pul... out the poop with my fingers. Other times I will give her a regular enema and get things moving. I think about her squatting over a small clear plastic tub so I that I can clearly see all the poop and brown junk coming out of her ass.I also think about a woman just peeing and pooping in her panties - unlike a diaper, it soaks right through and. The damp air filled his lungs, along with the strangely sweet stench from something unknown. The smell seemed to get stronger as they traversed the swamp, an elder matriarch leading the way, familiar with the safe route, and taking it with a swift progress. Rosseena sniffed at the tart fragrance, as Trellis noted bubbling from the more liquid areas of the swamp, which seemed to increase as the column of escapees moved forward.“Many a fool has been lured to a slippery death by that fragrance,. Then the man slowly started to rub his dick on her ass without opening the jip and not bringing his dick out. He was enjoying a lot as he left the wires, which he was fixing. She did not notice this. Now his acts were bold enough he started to rub her ass with his one hand and squeezing boobs with the other. She was also responding to it since she also liked it.Now the man pulled out his dick from his pant and started to touch it to her body. She suddenly felt a shock when the dick touched her. I went back into the living room and tied the apron around my waist. Theapron now felt entirely appropriate. I was a maid now: a simple servinggirl. My job was to make Kathryn's apartment as comfortable and as cleanand neat as possible. I was her servant, and for the first time I fullyfelt the difference in station between us. Not only was it my job toserve her, but suddenly - enforced by the uniform - it had become myplace in life.So there I sat, occasionally looking at myself in the mirror,.