I went downstairs and found Mrs. Trinh also dressed and sipping a cup of tea in the living room. She was watching the Food Network of course.She was w...aring a very smart, but conservative dress. She looked good for an older woman, and much less matronly than her usual appearance. Obviously prepared to knock Guy Fieri's socks off, I thought.The drive up to Windsor was quiet, though a little less so than normal. Mrs. Trinh was out of her shell a little bit tonight, and based on my meager. Not only the liquid came out but so did the shit and it was ugly. Cindy was terrified as the men approached her and did the same thing. She could feel the hose as it was forced into her ass and up into her. Then she felt the cold liquid being pumped into her filling her beyond imagination. She thought she would throw up but the gag stopped her. She was shaking with fear. She was head up when they pulled the hose out and the liquid and shit spewed out of her and down her legs. Both. I don't narrate this whole story. I'm just the reason for it.In my original land I had been a princess, sold in a political marriage by a political father. Hungry for passion but married to a lifeless fool, I tarried with little regard as to whether I might be caught. It was a surprise when my husband actually cared. It was shocking when he decided to curse me -- if I wanted desire and lust so badly, let me be desire and lust. So cursing, he bound me to a wonderful lamp, transforming me into. . . I mean, I--" "Just get out!" "Connie--" Ron tried one more time. "She said leave." Simon stood up. At six foot two, he could look pretty intimidating when he wanted to, and right now, he wanted to. "Get out of here, and don't ever talk to her again." "Fine." Ron snarled. "I was only doing you a favor, anyway. Not many guys want a fat chick, let alone one with a deformed leg." He turned and stalked out, slamming the door behind him. Good riddance, Simon thought. He looked like a ferret..