Once when I said she was too messy she responded with “did I hear you say you want seconds?” and worked hard to get more poop out, at which she wa... successful. She has also punished me by lying that she is done, then pooping again after I have cleaned her, lying a second time that she is done, I clean her again, then pooping a third time “oops, sorry, I have a little more” in a very insincere tone. She follows that up with a “You would be a lot happier if you just give your full submission to. "Hey little sister, what's up?" Brenden asks as he plops down on the couch next to me."Nothing..." I look away from him and hold back some tears. I'm obviously upset, and it doesn't take him long to notice."What's wrong?" He presses. I look at him with his dark blond hair, grey eyes, and lean body. He has a swimmer's body. And he's tall. He must have a million girls chasing him at college."It's...my boyfriend. Or should I say my ex-boyfriend." Uh-oh. Boy trouble..." He tries to give me a. It dawned on him what just happened and he pulled out with a “Pop”, sending her down flat on the couch, her ass clenched and a tear streaming down her face. She let out a shaky and lengthy “oooooh.” With a slight sob at the end. “I’m so sorry.” He said. “It’s okay, wasn’t your fault. Just too much- too fast. I’ve never done anal before, and I was sooo not expecting it.” she said with a cross between a sob and a chuckle, a little twist of shiver at the end. “I feel terrible.” He said rubbing. And I was now more or less committed to Carol, so there were no more trips to the "detail modeling" rooms for me.I did some calling around to some friends of mine that I knew from the club and inquired if they knew any place for rent, cheap. I did have some money stashed away in a safety deposit box that I had squirreled away from my modeling days, but that was my "if nothing ever turned up" money so that I wouldn't have to crawl home with my tail between my legs and hope things got better. It.