I pulled her upright, and held her against my side as I fished my cock out of my pants and emptied my own bladder into the bowl as she watched.As I sh...ok the last drops off into the bowl, I mused aloud. "I'll have to ask the gardener if chicken shit makes good fertilizer. I suspect your output would be chemically similar. Instead of having you use the toilet, I could just take you for a walk in the garden whenever you needed to go. Ah, well, a thought for another time. Now, it's time for you to. He knew I would like it. He asked me to help him fuck the four women and he would do the same for me. I was braindead upon listening to this. I asked him who he was talking about. He whispered the names of the four goddesses. By this time, I was hard and horny.I made a deal with him that if I help him fuck the four women, he will help me fuck them along with my maid.Then he told me the first part of his plan. He wanted me to bring 4 glasses of milk. I brought him the four classes and he cummed. By this time I was a nervous wreck, but I walkedinto the store with my little shopping bag. The store was quite elegant,with many items of lingerie - bras, teddies, corsets etc. on display.There were also some unconventional outfits such as leather, and patentleather dresses and boots and a one wall with what appeared to be bondagetype equipment.There were three ladies working in the store, two were in their midtwenties, and gorgeous while the other lady, who was apparently theowner, was in her. When I was a kid, and everything turned upside down, it was hard to even know where the lines were, until I was way, way over on the other side. But I was a kid. You’re an adult. Besides, in the end, for me, it all worked out. My boyfriend Jon didn’t do so good, but maybe that’s what was going to happen anyway. Some people are like that with drugs and all.” Malcolm paused again, then grinned lopsidedly, “But hey, I figured out who I am and what my boundaries are. Well, mostly, unless he’s.