He had been dying to touch it since he had first set eyes on her.He pulled her hips tighter into his erection. This time he deliberately rubbed agains... her. Lee wasn’t slow in reciprocating. Lee let her lips leave his, and then trailed kisses down his chin and neck to his chest.She ran a hand down inside the thin strip that sealed the front of his jumpsuit. Sean shivered as her hand slid over his smooth chest. His stomach muscles tightened, and his cock got harder.Lee flipped the piss-flap open. He explained that it was used for rectal examinations. I was really naive and asked more about what that kind of exam was for. Again he went thru every detail in regards to the procedure and then smiled as he asked if I would like to have it done to experience it.I immediately said yes to which he replied for me to pull down my pants and underwear. I did so without hesitation as I say him put gloves on and reach for the lubricant. He told me to bend over the exam table which I did. I felt his. But only, said, if Candy could properlybeg for it. Candy didn't want to a chance to miss eating bowel fruit from theyoung dominatrix and so broke into a plea: 'Please dear Mistress Natasha, I have taken bottles up the twat and ass,and gratefully accepted your urine and danced for you. Now may I taste andeat the fruit of your colon, the shit from your beautiful , may I be a sewerto accept your bodily wastes. You will give me a to a worthless life if onlyI can receive your shit. May I be so as to. ” I held out my hand. “I’m Danny Sullivan. I’m a famous jazz musician and man about town, and I own this place.” She gravely shook my hand, and she said, “Glad to meet you. I’m Carole Taliaferro, an impecunious student masquerading as a bartender.” “OK. Now that we’re formally introduced, let’s talk.” And we did talk. We talked all that afternoon and during the succeeding days and weeks. We talked about all the great and small things — things that you share with friends. Soon, we were good.