. I shouldn't," before she cut me off.Squeezing my cock firmly, she insisted, "The customer is always right, right? So unless you're gay, I expect th...t you'll enjoy servicing me the way I want. Especially with the tip you'll receive if you do it to my satisfaction."Two words of her rant hit me square in the face. The first was 'gay,' and the second was 'tip.' If she found out that I was gay, then my parents and the rest of the town would know before I even finished this mulch job. Since I. "Well?" "What?" "What did she do when you asked her over" "No it wasn’t me it was Pete who asked her" "For fucks sake just tell me what happened either of you will do" " Nothing happened she just stood there" at last good guys but a little dense some times. The description was general to zero on any one in particular although one thing matched who ever you are you have patience that’s even if you were waiting for me. The more I thought about it the more unreal it seemed and highly unlikely. . I feel so filthy... But something about the unsympathetic reactionto her earlier pleas warned her not to speak her complaints out loud. Instead,she suffered in silence, writing more slowly now thanks to the distractionof the filthy mess she'd been forced to sit in. Another half hour passed - an half hour of hell, as Kimiko cried and wroteand marinated in her own feces, unable to decide which was worse: the stenchof her own shit, the horrible slimy sensation of the muck clinging to her. Do you two mind if I join you?”Tammy looked at Sara then at my crotch. “He does have one of those penis things that we don’t have. Sara, do you think we can do anything with it?”“Hmm, it looks swollen and painful. I think it needs a kiss to feel better.”Tammy pulled me in between and they moved down to my crotch. Tammy pulled at my cock kissing it them presenting it to Sara to kiss. The two of them traded off kissing my cock and each other.Sara sat up, “Wait a minute. As much as I’m enjoying.