. but that's not right. Menstrual blood is one thing. But I can't put poop on you." By this time she was on her knees, begging. "Don't make me do this... You can poop on your slave, if you want. But a slave should never poop on her master."I thought this through, for at least a minute, though I knew the solution, immediately. "There's one thing we can do. It'll make sure your poop won't get on my cock. It's call an enema." I'll do it. Whatever it is."I explained the procedure to her.Pyx nodded.. Luckily there were so many people all around us that no one noticed him touching me. With the next jolt of the bus one hand reached up and touched my sex, which was practically dripping with my juices, while the other hand rested on my leg to steady me. Thank God for underwear! Otherwise I would have been dripping down my leg at this point. I was startled at the fact that he did not remove his hand this time, but began to massage my clit through my panties. I know that my face must have been. Quickly, my thrusts became longer, stronger, and quicker. Her breathing became erratic as she felt my cock fill her hungry cock time, and time again. I was holding on to her waist as I fucked her hard. I could feel her cunt grabbing at my cock. Urging me on to continue fuck her. Then she turned her head and told me ‘Spank my ass. I’m a bad girl and I need a good spanking’, so I did. That just turned her on even more. And it turned me on as well. Before long, I was fucking her as hard as I. She was doing well on the track team. She was thriving in summer camps for track and violin. Guinevere was addicted to the benefits for her fourteen year old daughter. Joe was putting away money for her college, master's and doctorate program.Guinevere was now locked into her husband; for better or for worse. The worse was his changing beliefs in religion. Joe had gone from being a devout Methodist to a man with very intense secular beliefs. He was continuously searching the internet looking.