The shit was the most offensively crass, vulgar, stinking muck imaginable, but Eve scooped even more of it into her small hand and brought it slowly t...wards her face. This act which she was about to do for the men, was absolute anathema to her every sense of decency and self-respect, and yet her lustfulness pushed her to do it – she wanted to be the most reviled, disgusting, sub-human creature imaginable. She held her shit covered hand right up to her face, breathing the putrid odours into her. The next morning I woke up with another naked body in the same bed. I slowly recalled the marathon of sex the night before and then I realized that I had a raging piss hard-on. A soft hand embraced my stiff member and held it gently and I remembered that Bessie and I were in a hotel room together. ‘Good morning sleepy head. Did I wear you out last night?’ she whispered in my ear as she fondled my rigid tool. I was still groggy as I had slept soundly and had some wild dreams. I yawned,. Hiding her shudders while maintaining both equanimity and control of her horse had been a mighty struggle, and staving off an encore had required every bit of her focus; events which made her even more determined to drive herself to another ... and one that she didn’t have to mask or restrain.Her other hand tugged her tunic open, twisting and teasing her nipples to firmness, then sliding down and around to clutch her undulating ass as it flexed toward the aggressive plunge of her fingers.. "Did you enjoy the cruise?" I asked her. Talk about cheap fishing for compliments! I knew damned well she'd had a great time. It had been entirely evident, all evening long."Very much," she said simply."I wish I could tell you I thought of it all by myself," I said, "but I didn't. If it had been up to me, we'd have gone to a damned movie in the Mall, or something." Betsy, huh?" Yeah. She's my coach." I guess she told you -- everything." I doubt it. She gave me the very strong impression that.