When we come by a door with the label ?Interrogation Room 2? I’m hearing a long, high, bloodcurdling cry. They carry me a bit further and then into ...he next room.This room is about 60x30 feet, dirty and shabby. There are no windows as well. In the middle a lamp throws a cone of light on a chair as in a gynecological hospital. It has holders for arms and legs with leathern straps on it. Next to it there’s a rolling stool and a low table with some instruments on it. Some chains are dangling from. Carrying our purchases and both extremely excited by what we are about to do we pop into Marks and Spencer's next door......my cock is hard at the thought of what we thinking of doing. We go into the changing rooms with some clothes we picked up from the shelves and whilst the attendants back is turned sneak into the same cubicle.We dump the clothes on the side and you pull up your skirt to reveal your hose and panties. We pull off your hose and panties. I take the egg out it's box and after. “After what you just did to me? I guarantee I will.” Clearing her throat, her expression turned serious, “Remember, you aren’t just a guinea pig, you have a job to do, and Mistress wants those reports back to her ASAP.” Pulling a business card out of her pocket, she handed it to him, “Mistress designated me as your contact until your background checks come back clean. If you need to speak to her, call me, and I will relay your message as soon as it’s convenient. My employer is a busy woman. She. May I make a request?"Somewhat amazed, I looked at her."What is it?" Well. You know about my dark secret, about my... ah, what the fuck, you want dirty language, you get it, you're right about that. So, restart: you know I like shit games, the smell of my shit, the soft brown smelly mass. And these two chaps tomorrow want it dirty. I've planned to let them have my riding crop, and what's dirtier than having real girlshit at it? Or at least the smell? So please, Michael - can I shit while you.