It's a rich person's playhouse. They spit them alive. They do everything they can to keep them alive and squirming while they roast them over a slow...flame. I hear they do two or three at a time, and slice right off the spit for meals. Old men and rich women, decadent bastards if you ask me, eat there. It's inhuman. You can't feel good about that. You did that to the only man you ever loved? You have to atone for that. You have to let one person go, or God will never let you free," you. Instead of being disgusted by the taste, it was more of the salty, bitter flavor that I was now used to. I licked with more enthusiasm, even probing the center of the rosebud, the tip of my tongue toying with the opening.Lori shifted her weight, dropping her entire mass. “Yes, yes, eat my asshole, shit head,” she demanded.Her rosebud opened and my tongue entered her canal. She grabbed my head with one of her hands while she sat fully on my face. Her sphincter tightened around the base of my. Employees could admit family and friends into the theater for free and he wanted to be sure I took care of his friend. Eventually a cute, blonde-haired guy showed up and asked for Chris. I confirmed that he was Chris’ friend and we introduced ourselves. His name was Drew. He gave me an unexpected reaction when I told him my name. “Oh, YOU’RE Felicia?” He said, and went on to say that Chris had mentioned me at home. By this time Chris had returned. “You’ve been talking about me, huh?” I. We don’t have far to walk but he’s still in his wife’s thong. I’m not really into men’s arses to look at, but interestingly, the disappearance of the thong between his cheeks does look good. I’m still wearing my birthday suit.We get to the bathroom where there’s the toilet, a basin and the bath with shower over. Pretty standard configuration. He lifts the lid and seat of the toilet and steps to the side. I pause and look at his cock hanging from the thong. I begin to get a slow rising erection..