She managed to secretly mix a powerful laxative in his food.Since he had no more sensations in his anus because of the tube he wasunaware and could no... control the flux of diarrhea. It was a greatmess, he made everything dirty and since he was always permanentlywearing skirts, the liquid feces ran along his now shaved legs to thehigh heel shoes and from there to the floor. Humiliated by this, hefinally agreed to accept to use of make up and substituted the tube fora larger one.I could go on. If I could, I'd toss you into the jail for a few days while things cooled off."I rolled my eyes. "If I didn't ask questions, then who was going to? A man was murdered." While it certainly looks like that might be the case," he admitted," it's still not a certainty. Even if it is, you have to balance the risk against the gain. Someone could have killed both you and your boyfriend. It's better in my mind for a murder to go unsolved than for one more innocent person die to find a killer." He's not. Jack took me all the way to the hilt and I felt his hips up against me. We both looked at one another in the mirror and smiled. I think this was the bit we admitted to one another that it was more than two guys just getting rid of sexual frustration. We were fucking and loving it. “Give it to me,” I said. Normally it would have taken me half an hour or so to recover from an orgasm, but then I was already feeling aroused again and had that longing for the build up. “Fuck me…” And with that, Jack. He was the kind of man that knew exactly what he wanted. After several messages we seemed to be looking for the same things. We both wanted a no strings attached sex friendship. Since we were both married, it worked out better. We both understood the boundaries.The only part we worried about was his superiors finding out. He, at the time, was a corporal in the U.S. Army. He was smart, intelligent, and well on his way to becoming what he wanted: a career Army man.After about three weeks of.