They took the tablet and left."Anything else I can get you?" my young lawyer asked as most of thepolice left.I took his legal pad and pen and wrote, "... need to poop." I think I can arrange that," he said."I doubt that," I wrote back."Why?" he asked sincerely.I wrote again: "I have a plug fused to my ass the prevents me. Only aspecial device can open the plug and let me relieve myself." What does it look like?" he asked.I turned the page and started sketching. I knew the nozzle well. Iremembered. Ted agreed and rushed off Ella give him a few moments before proceding upstairs. Wen she peered into the bedroom Ted was ontop of his wife he was naked with a raging hard on he had her dress up and was trying franticly to get her panties offshe was telling him she didnt feel like sex. What she didnt know was how horny Ella had made Tedall of a sudden Ted ripped his wifes panties off and buried his throbbing cock balls deep in he pussy. When Teds wife felt hard hard he was darling i havnt felt. 'Does it taste good?' 'Yes,' I replied, getting more lost and lost in the taste and smell of this stranger. 'Let's go upstairs,' He Said, as he helped me up. I took off my trousers but left my t-shirt on. It was big, too big for my slight frame, and it looked more like a dress, just covering my arse cheeks. He pushed me firmly onto my back, his movement all rigid and quick, desperate to fire his seed. On my back looking up at him, he jerked his cock with one hand, spat on the fingers of his. "Hi, Dalton, this is Judy Anderson, how are you?" she asked in a pleasant tone.I felt a little guilty hearing her voice; I had really intended to ask them over for a back yard cookout or something but never got around to it."Hi, Judy, I'm fine, how about you and Carl and little Stephen?" Everyone is doing good," she answered, "Listen, Carl's sister was over last month; she's the one who has the gallery on State Street, Tracy's her name..." Yeah, you mentioned her that day when I dropped off the.