Aunt Shari made shit stuffed pancakes and sliced the firm shit in small bites to go in shit-meatloaf. The rest of shit was lightly drizzled with olive...oil and butter along with some honey and fried lightly with coating of egg. The brunch of shit stuffed pancakes with delicious honey butter fried shit logs was simply out of this world.We had Harpers' cocktail. The conversation flowed as if we were one big family. Men were steel hard and us girls were wet and soon we were fucked in all manner. Reina stepped over the dress and picked it up, laying it across the couch in the suite. She turned to face Chad, naked except her shoes.“You’re so fucking gorgeous!” Chad said as he gazed lustfully at the body of his bride. “You make my cock ache, baby. You are perfect, from the silky red hair, to the deep blue eyes, down to your luscious tits, your beautiful bare pussy and your sexy round ass.”Reina just stood there for a moment, then she blew Chad’s mind when she got down on her knees, her. At least for a practicing cross dresser witha bent for some submissive play now and again. I had visited manyMistresses in several dungeons in five or six states. The first sessionwith each was always the best because of the unknown. What would thisdominant do and how would it end? Would she quit when I safe worded out?Which I always did, of course. First, there was the legal aspect of thewhole thing. Unless consent was present, she could be charged with allkinds of assault crimes. Then. A small, sky-lit room held the toilet.The other wing had two bedrooms and a bath between, the bath completely open as on the other side, the bedrooms separated from the patio and from each other by a low brick wall and a glass partition that did nothing to hide the big, raised beds.Mary hung her clothes in the entry and wandered around the house, looking in closets, bouncing on the beds, looking at the books in the library. She took a dip in the pool and stretched out on a lounge in the sun..