I tasted my own shit for the second time that night as Christina enjoyed that same filthy experience behind me. She coughed and gagged almost immediat...ly."That's disgusting, please don't make me eat my own shit," she begged."Too bad slut, you shouldn't dish it out if you can't take it," Mike replied forcefully as he pulled her head back onto his cock - shit and all.After we had cleaned those cocks to their satisfaction we were spun around again face to face on our knees. That is when the. Water streaked down thewindow from the heavy driving rain. Using my hand, I wipedthe sweat from my upper lip and took a drink of my now flatcola. "...Yuck... that's bad."I figured since I was now wide awake, I would read somemore. I glanced toward my gas lantern, "Did I turn thelantern that low..." I gave the knob a slight twist, theglow brightened up the room. Glancing at my watch I sawthat I had slept about three hours, it was going on 11:00PM. I found my place and began reading again, drawn. My clothes were in shreds on the ground, unwearable. ‘Oh, here’s a the key, slut’ said Rose, tossing it towards me. It went over my head and hit the wall of the cubicle, falling to the floor somewhere underneath the toilet. The two ladies exited the stall and giggled. I stood up and tried to focus. I was wearing just heels, my hands were cuffed behind me. I staggered to the door, fighting through the pain of my destroyed asshole, and managed to lock the door of the cubicle. Now I needed to find. I’ve been messing with you, and you’ve been good. Another day I’d have... well, you know.”The barman slid the glass across the polished wood. The Texan picked up the glass, raised it in a toast to Candice.“You are a piece of work ma’am. If this guy doesn’t show, I’m in 247.”Andy sent a text, ‘do you think he asked for that room number?.’Candice looked at her phone, sipped her martini, waited a whole minute, and then turned around. She slid off the stool, glanced at the Texan’s back, and pointed.