Very reluctantly I started probing with the very tip of my tongue around the rim. Carefully trying to not have to lick her smelly butthole very much. ...ayla is bored by this and grabs the back of my head and forces me into her butt *giggle* "like this naughty boy. I want you to really taste my butt!" I am disgusted and really dont like this. Her butt smells terrible and the dental light is highlighting every crevice and dirty fold of her nasty dirty fat girl butthole. Kayla tells me "put your. Everything else we prepped and readied for later in the day throughout the morning. When I walked through the door that morning though the assistant manager, I was to work with that morning, told me that some lady had been calling the store every five minutes since she had got there at ten. As she was telling me this the phone actually rang again. When she answered she looked up at me and extended her arm with the phone to me. I took the phone curious as to who would be trying to reach me so. I reached out to my clock. It was too far but I had to try. My arm. My arm was dying. Tears fell from my eyes. They would probably amputate it. It was disgusting. I’m sure my room now smelled of it too.Damn it. If I thought ahead, I could have set my alarm clock to make noise to get someone’s attention. I stared at my reflection in my pocket knife. It was definitely too light to break the window. I probably didn’t even have the muscles to through it. I looked to my dying arm. I was. ” Malcolm led the pair from the room.Once she was alone with the girls, she turned to look at them through the clear glass of the shower door. By now the two had stripped off their shirts and bras and were working on their khaki pants. She watched them briefly before they became aware of her, and then they modestly tried to cover the half nudity. ‘Delectable!’ thought Caroline. “Well, don’t just stand there! Everything off. When you’re ready to come out, just leave your clothes in the shower..