The need to cum is nearly as strong as the need to shit. My body is extremely turned on by the thought of you watching me. Oh, God, I’m cramping s... bad. Please, Jake, I need to shit so badly.” “Ok, up you go. Now spread your legs wide so I can see clearly.” I help her stand, turn, and nearly fall down onto the toilet seat. Barely getting fully seated, she opens her legs wide, and I watch as the clear liquid is forcefully expelled from her bowels. The act itself is not. . could you give me a lift?” the woman asked. “I missed the bus, I couldn’t run fast enough and it moved off. I did wave but that wasn’t noticed. I want to be home for my sister who is a bit of a fuss pot is coming for tea and I want to get the washing up from breakfast done and a bit of cleaning up as well”.“Where about do you live?” he asked.“Burnside Avenue that is just before you cross the bridge as you enter the suburb”, she replied.“I know the street”, he replied. “It is near the bike. Robyn felt as if she were crying, but no tears fell. As far as she could tell, she was dead from the eyes down. Nothing would respond to her mental demands. She tried frantically to get her arms to move, or her legs, but they remained statuesque, unmoving.Surely, if they did as Mrs Watson had said, and sold her to someone close to where Robyn lived, one of her friends would recognise her, and call someone. But even as she had that thought, Robyn knew that was never going to happen. No-one. My husband couldn’t contain himself after seeing the pure pleasure on my face as I was filled by such a thick cock. As my focus was now occupied by getting fucked by another man, I caught a glimpse of my husband taking his dick out and beginning to stroke it while watching me. That, along with the amazing cock pounding my pussy at that moment, quickly brought on orgasm #1 for the evening. I slammed back against his thrusts an came loudly all over his cock. I heard my friend encouraging her.