At the same time, he was thinking that he would have to get one of the Mexican women to go through and thoroughly clean all of the glasses. “There y... go, sir. It’s a pleasure to meetcha, Mr. Anderson.”“The pleasure’s mine Bart.” Anderson carefully and discretely examined the glass, determining that, while it barely passed a cleanliness test, His need trumped any squeamishness on his part. He chuckled at the memory of some of the liquids that he had been forced to drink over the past six years.. She could see how he was taking in the sight of her; his eyes transfixed on how shapely her breasts were, how the cloth fell immaculately between them, how it traced the outline of her nipples.Maybe I could use him she thought. "Would you like to come in, it was surely nice of you to make the effort to deliver the book to me, let me get you something to drink perhaps?" she offered earnestly, the excitement starting to kick into her nervous system."Sure, that would be nice" smiling and letting. A maintenance worker, trying to fix a septic tank, had plunged in, and two others rushed to help him, and they too were swallowed into the pit of shit.Reading it provided me a guilty bit of schadenfreude. Despite my current woes of ghosts, insomnia, and filthy air, there was really nothing I could imagine worse than drowning, suffocating in a pool of shit. That being how one leaves the Earth. What a horrific fate.Perhaps a “ghost of shit,” a violent, vengeful janitor’s ghost sucked them in.. It was the best feeling ever I layed my chest towards the ground presenting my ass which was now being fucked hard. I was encouraging him now with groans of pleasure regularly saying 'ooh fuck me. It feels so good'. I was holding my hard cock tight. Not wanking myself otherwise I would of cum too easily. He started thrusting faster and harder and I could tell he was ready. As he came I wanked myself cumming at the same time. He carried on slowing his rythm until he pulled out and stood. I said.