Today, I am not going to bath or clean my asshole. You will lick away the sweat and grime of the day.As filthy as it sounded, bathing and cleaning the...asshole makes it smell less appealing. The wondrous musky smell of feminine existence only flows from the hole that hasn’t been assaulted with soap and water for hours together.It was a particularly hot day too. If I had heard my own words in an earlier life, I would have killed myself with shame. But not today. Today, I have to please my Queen,. " Oh," he said."Yes. Pass the good news on to Viv will you?" and I hung up.There were no further calls. I took my pills, and crashed. It was four in the afternoon and I did not wake up until six the next morning. I still ached, but felt refreshed. I lay abed until seven, listening to the ramblings of the DJ on the radio, and then got up and went to work.My reception was, if not frosty, without enthusiasm from my PA. Jenny made no comment but the atmosphere was not warm. I assumed it was to do. I could see his cock arch inside her as she bent her body backwards. Her hands gripped his legs as she arched and rocked at the same time. Ross began to match Brit’s movements and her moans came quicker, one right after another.“Oh Ross, your cock feels so good inside me! So long and hard!” Brit managed to get out as Ross pushed deep into her.I leaned all the way back into the grass, feeling its blades poke into it as I spread my legs wider. I slipped my finger out of my wet cavity and began. My asshole is sore, like I've been ridden hard, but I broke up with my boyfriend months ago and haven't been laid since. There's also this...slime on my skin, almost like snot, but thicker and slicker. It's on my sheets, too. I take a shower and strip the bed, glad to see that it hasn't seeped through into the mattress. I check the ceiling, but can't find a leak. I make a note to call the landlord if it happens again.The next morning, it's the same thing. I call the landlord and leave a.