It started as a dull ache, like a scratch. She pressed her hips back into him. Jack’s eyes flew open. Had she just backed up into his groin? They ha...n’t had sex in a long time, the chemotherapy treatment had worn her so thin he was scared of even touching her outside of the bedroom, for she bruised very easily. The worry returned. She had refused the treatment against every doctors orders. He had begged, pleaded for her to reconsider. She was sick, nobody wanted to essentially poison. A tiny spasm clamped her pussy tight around him. Another. A larger one. Her juices flowed, adding a sensual squelch to the soundtrack of needy moans, soft grunts, and the rhythmic squeaking of the bed.Anticipating a monumental, satisfying, orgasm, she arched her back and rode him hard. She wanted to cum. Needed release. Ahh… She gasped as her pussy contracted and her body shook. Trembling, she clutched his flesh as the waves coursed through her. Then, groaning, she grasped him tight and rolled. His piss and shit goes into a built in tank underneath him. He said it’d need emptying every 2 weeks or so??Hmmm. Have always wanted a setup like this but it’s hard to find someone who actually enjoys it. Most so called toilet slaves barely manage to sniff a fart before reality hits them and they cry off??So are you interested??Greg didn’t like how this was going.?Definitely.??I’m struggling with the smell in here, let’s go into another room to discuss it?With that Greg was left in silence.. Fit to burst, she reclined on the couch again and bent her knee to rub her left foot, which resulted in the robe completely revealing her thigh, leaving only the bunched up cloth hiding her sex. "Oh, I hate my job," she sighed. "My feet ache all the time."James offered a smile that looked just a touch knowing. "I give a pretty good foot rub." Oh god, would you?"James levered up out of the recliner and moved to the couch, taking her foot when she offered it.Anna let a purposely sexy moan escape.