Then it is over. Jonothon’s head is clean. His body twitches upwards with the suction. His eyes are rolled into his head. The foam still pumps. Only...the spike in the lips of his rectum keep him animated. The rest is spasm. Then the pipe twitches up, out of the rectum, it steams and stinks of hot brains and slime and faeces. Jonothon flops back to the table, dead. His body still twitches slowly. The brain bug places a piece of toilet paper between the still-quivering butt cheeks, over the open,. Quick, cheap orgasms in bed, stifling cries and hiding my meagre collection of toys hadn't been working out for me, so I had had to expand into other places to get my release. I hadn't even known Filing Room 2A existed and I doubted any of my colleagues did either. Whenever I needed a break, I sneaked off to Filing Room 2A and masturbated myself until I was spent. As I got more comfortable there, I branched out into different toys and started hiding them there. Like I said, Filing Room 2A was. They sent me home," she replied with a smile."Wow. That's great. So does that mean you're officially retired?" Well yes and no," she chuckled. "Yes, in that I don't have to go to work anymore, no in that I still have to go in to do all the paperwork to make it official so they can pay me, release my bonus and all the other "things" they promised when I agreed to take on the project."I looked at her with surprise. She finished, "I have to check in after a few days to take care of everything. I. Karen's fake screams quit, and she arched up to meet every thrust I gave her. It was time for me to take what I'd been thinking of all summer long. I pulled my cock out of Karen's sopping pussy, and removed the vibrator from Karen's back door. Karen began her muffled protests again, but my cock was already pushing at her back door. I managed to get the head of my cock into Karen's ass before it had completely closed again. My cock had slid easily into Karen's pussy, but this was a.