The city had employed its prisoners to dip the shit in the ditch at one end and haul the buckets out a mile into the country to be dumped in a field. ...he forced labor barely kept up with the generation of new waste."I smell shit," I complained at once."Yes, but it is rose scented shit," Lisa whispered. Officially, she was my mute, male assistant, Lees. Her voice could betray her masculine disguise.We walked down Main Street in order to reach the next bridge where we could cross the shit canal. We had got very inventive; just about anywhere would do. The massive coffee table in the lounge was one of our favourite places.Still Leanne was my life partner now and whatever she wanted was all right with me, even if it did put a slight damper on my sex life.Dawn was released from hospital the following day. We took her home and settled her into a spare room. Leanne and I for some reason still had our own separate rooms. I had the master and Leanne had what had been the main guest suite,. This time she was waiting for me. Sitting in a chair in the living room with her sundress on, her face still a little flushed."Hi honey," I said trying to act surprised and innocent, like I hadn't seen anything just a few hours earlier."Ah Jay," she said. I could tell she was struggling. I know she had been instructed not to tell me why she was going to want to give me a blowjob."Ah Jay, there's something I want to do," she said as she stood up and came over to me. She gave me a kiss, a nice. My sphincter clenched on his finger. I threw back my head, my hair dancing about my face, and sang a song of wordless pleasure as my orgasm exploded in my depths.My pussy convulsed on Xera's plunging cock.My breasts jiggled beneath me.I sang with all my passion as Chaun pumped his finger fast through my ass. Waves of ecstatic pleasure washed through my mind. My song was wordless and honest. I put every sensation I felt into my song, my voice trilling.“Beautiful,” Chaun groaned, jamming his.