Bending over here and squatting there, showing me how she wanted things done, and showing me she had not put anything on under the dress, you know whe...e this is going, right. I managed with some difficulty to focus on the job and finished the list about noon. Blushing, she came with two vibrators: if I could fix them as well? You know me – always willing to help a lady in distress, one was pardon - fucked, but I managed to get the other working by cleaning the battery contacts. Try it now, I. She started to rub the end of her cock against my pliable, yet virgin ass hole. She rubbed in some lube, positioned herself again and said "Ready?". "Oh yes. Please fuck my ass". She smiled and started to push herself into me. The feeling was sublime. she started to withdraw after only an inch and then pushed in again, slightly deeper. Then back out again and deeper still. This carried on until she was balls deep in my ass. My head was back while I was taking in all that had happened and was. "Why the fuck did you shit in the middle of the floor?" I said angrily.She got on her feet, ready to defend herself in a flash, but then it was her turn to gawk as I got up and walked right past her to the lump of smelly feces."You stupid bitch! Don't you have any brains? You have to wait until right before the cleaning cycle, and then you have to do it in the corner over there!"When she didn't look where I was pointing, the anger and emotions that had been building up inside of me for weeks. I felt like staring at naked women, instead.“Fine,” I said. Diana sighed as I quickly came to my feet and started fumbling with my belt. I could only imagine the various shades of red I was turning. I hadn’t felt anxiety like this since the interview with Dana. “What is this, anyways? Like a fucked-up sewing circle?”“Sort of,” Diana replied, “except we’re tanning, not sewing, and we’re not “fucked up.”” She mimed me angry air quotes.“We’re not fucked up, yet,” Triss said, taking a drink.“Are.