Soon we crossed city limits and suddenly stopped in a suburb just beyond in a quiet small street. Where´s the club, the girls wondered, looking aroun... at the row of low story private places. Joe invited them in. It looked rather a private house, than a club of BDSM afficionados. "This place is very private indeed", Peterson explained the young loving couple of ladies, "... It´s Joe´s. He´s a club member, but of ´Cuisine Culinair´. Food lovers, who cook hot meals for each other. We´ll be served. And,stupidly, I cut off the labels before I tried it, so I can't now returnit." Can't you have it taken in?" asked Martin."I suppose so, but it would probably ruin the hang of the dress." Thiswas rubbish of course, but Martin wasn't to know that. I held the dressup in front of me before the full-length mirror. "See," I said. "Itwould look silly on me, even if I gathered the waist in with a belt." Iheld it at arms' length, looking at it through narrowed eyes. "Youknow," I said slowly,. He grunted a little and managed to push another small one out which also landed perfect inside me. ?Thanks pig I needed that and looks like that filthy hole of yours works pretty good as a shit hole?.Several more men were lined up to shit inside of me as well and one by one they hovered over my hole and filled me up with their filthy. A couple of them were very runny and exploded from the shit chutes like chocolate milk. By now my nasty cunt was full so one of the men offered to put some. My tool was ready for action but I had no condoms. I never anticipated this. Manjula wasn’t going to let me go and even I was wanting to shove my hot rod in to her fleshy love pot. I rubbed my penis against her now wet and dripping clit for a while .she was pleading with me to enter her .I kept on rubbing her clit and the suddenly with out any warning shoved my 8 inch thick and robust gun in to her flesh ,juicy and sticky pot of love. It was like driving a hot knife in to a can of butter. It.