I eat very well, but I am beginning to understand why I eat as in a recognized Michelin star type restaurant.I am in a 4 x 4 meter room, right with a ...ingle bed almost in the center. On one side is the door that leads to the hallway and on the other the automatic door that opens for the bathroom and shower. I am not imprisoned, or kidnapped, or forced. I willingly accept all because I want to be the best sex toy for other women, girls, MILFs and even older granny women. I want nothing more than. “We will both look forward to seeing you there every Sunday from now onwards,” said the Abbess, slightly tartly, as if she did not have complete faith in his good intentions. “Now I think it is time for you to go.”“Goodbye, Abigail, and thank you again,” said Peter. And then he was gone. Abigail went to the door of the infirmary and watched as he crossed the yard to the gate, escorted by the Abbess. She wondered if he would turn back for one final look, but he didn’t. Maybe he didn’t trust. She was kind enough to take me in when life was at it lowest.i know live in a nice house which is semi detached.at the back of the house there is a little garden then it backs onto another house.after that is woodland.the only noise we get is from cars coming and going into the nature reserve behind us.the track to it is at the side of the house.my bedroom is at the back of the house top floor.danielle my sister has her room down stairs.the other night i was home alone as danielle works alot. ”I get my phone out of my skirt pocket. Emily pulls her blouse and skirt up, then stands over the toilet bowl.“Oh my gosh, you’re...”Yeah, she has to go. It looks like a gusher. The splash in the bowl is loud. I take some pictures of it on my phone and Emily’s phone. After she’s done, it’s my turn.“You really want me to do that, too?”, I ask, getting scared out of my mind.“Why not?”, she retorts.“Emily, we’re in church!”,“So? Didn’t Jesus ever go to the bathroom?”, she mentions.“I’m sure he.