’ ‘Why not just say what you like?’ I asked. ‘Well, see, if this were a more normal situation, a woman asking me a question like that would ...lso know what she likes and doesn’t like, and would hopefully not go along with something she didn’t like. At least that would be my hope. ‘But in this case, it was different, or at least I thought it might be. What if I said what I liked, and she just went along with it in order to make me come harder. Even though she really didn’t like that sort of. Her eyes caught the rounded tip of the nine-inch vibrator laying on the nightstand that she enjoyed using before falling asleep. Her lips curled into an amusing smile as she remembered masturbating before falling asleep last night. The pleasure she created between her thighs caused such a blissful nights sleep. She loved to masturbate.Sandra looked at the alarm clock again, pondering the time. She yawned. Could she spare a few minutes before her shower to start her day out right? Unconsciously,. ‘Perhaps I should begin by explaining the concept of this school. It’s somewhat unique.’ she began. ‘I know a little about it already.’ The other woman put in immediately. Miss Hancock raised her eyebrows. She was power-dressed. In her serge skirt and high-necked white lace blouse with leg-of-mutton sleeves she looked the epitome of the elegant school ma’am. ‘Indeed! That’s impressive since I never promote what we do here widely.’ ‘It wasn’t easy. Everything seemed to be rumour and gossip, and. It tasted exactly as she had wanted it to. She would record today's recipe for future use.For Jiya, shitting was an art, a life-long journey in perversion and depravity that she had relentlessly pursued since she was first introduced to scat by her aunt. Since then there was no turning back. She had experimented with all kinds of foods, different amounts of water and piss, holding her turds in her for different durations, even what time of the day you shitted made a difference. Years of.