"And what the hell is PrisonLoaf?" he thought.Princess Dee could see the question written on Tom's face "Prison Loafmy slave, is a very bland food tha... meets all the dietary requirementsbut is so terribly unappetizing that prisons use it to punish errantprisoners. Perhaps you can look it up later to see what may await you inthe future?"Tom moaned; even without knowing what it was exactly, he sure did notwant to find out by being forced to eat it."Anyway slave, that is for later. Now it is time. Just as Angel though she had sunk to the bottom, she began to shit in her sodden panties, her face contorted in effort and degradation as she felt her shit attempt to push out of her ass and past her bikini. After a bit of time and effort Angel managed finish her shit, the excess shit dropping to the ground below her, the smell of shit mixed with the urine to create a miasma of stench around the red-faced Angel.Mr. Rett chuckled and said ?My my you are just full of accidents today, you know. On occasion, she would ask me to rub lotion on while she was still in her suit, never nude. I never touched her hotspots, but always wanted to. I would sometimes glance a fingertip off the edge of her bottoms by her puss when doing her legs. She would let me get her cheeks. Man, what a firm ass, I remember.I would get what I was allowed to do rubbed in and go to work. I would hear her get up from the squeaky lounger, take off her suit, such as it was and lay back down.I would peek between the. **********The next morning we woke up and the first thing out of her mouth was, “When should we have Bob over for dinner?”I knew that I would have to invite him over soon so I called my buddy who worked with the veterans, providing them resources and asked him about Bob. I told him that Christine and I took a liking to him and we would like to invite him over for dinner, that Christine thought he was funny. My buddy told me to be careful, Bob can be quite a ladies man, and I laughed. He said.