Kimberly haslots of shoes that fit me and she loaned me a wig." "You'll need stockings to go with your French maid uniform for Saturday.Would you like...red or black? How about fishnets?" Red fishnets sound sexy," I said. "Okay. Sit down over here and I'll help you get a pair on. You may havea problem bending over with that corset you're wearing."Betty knelt in front of me and rolled the stocking into a ball andplaced it over my toes. She rolled the stocking up my leg and attachedit to the four. This was hugely different than being seen at the office. This attention was very casual and intentional while at the office it would be glances and fleeting. Also, and this was a big part of it, I was sucking this woman’s husband.I heard her softly ask him, “Joe, have you ever had the opportunity to try anal? I know you haven’t with me, the idea terrifies me. My man is so big you fill my pussy so completely and the asshole is so much tighter.”I looked up while continuing to suck his cock. . “I’ll be there in a moment,” I called out.I sprinted back towards The Parents’ room. I could hear Dad muttering a curse and running after me. I ran straight across the room and grabbed the shoe box from the floor of Dad’s closet. I heaved it out of its place, spun around and placed it on the bed.“What are you doing? Get back to...” Dad had entered the room. He stopped talking as soon as he saw the box.I wrenched open the drawer of Dad’s bedside table and plucked the key from its secret. The sewage truck could empty all of them. The sad part was the only thing we could do with it was spread it out in a field several miles away from the town for now. A better method of dealing with sewage was coming. At least it would be better than dung pits at the end of each street.Manure was manure; all over Asia and in other parts of the world human crap was used for manure to improve crop output. In America we call it sludge; at least we treated it before in was injected into the ground on.