I caught a glimpse of them on the dance floor. The guy had Trishs short dress pushed up with his hand firmly squeezing her exposed ass and pulling her...into his crotch. I can't say I blamed him wanting to cop a feel of her sexy ass! And with her ass now on public display, a lot of guys got a good look at that perfect ass. He started putting his hand between her cheeks and was exploring her asshole with his finger. Trish seemed to be willing to get groped and seemed like she was enjoying it. I. ” Was all she thought to herself as she left his room for the front door, she grabbed her dressing gown on he way to the door and stood there unmoving, she had decided today was the day she would take back her life, the day she would get over her fears once and for all, she had been letting her rapists rule her life by keeping her inside and scared, but not today, she figured she would take it steady, surely getting the mail from the mailbox wasn’t going to be too difficult to start with.She. It looked absolutely disgusting and the smell wasn't much better.Kathy moaned as she began shitting into the bowl. The slave couldn't swallow with Angel still standing onhis stomach so Kathy's shit landed in the bowl of piss, shit and puke causing the mess to splash around inthe bowl and onto Kathy's ass. You could just barely see the lips of Kathy's pussy as her waste fell intothe disgusting mess floating in the bowl. Angel could only imagine how hard it would be for the slave to have to. Why did she allow herself be used like that? It was horrible! How could she have let the two crude men just use her? And why had it felt so wonderful while it was happening? If what she’d done was so great, why did she feel so terrible now? She saw the pickup drive by. Sonny blew the horn, waved and smiled. Ann sat there, with tears streaming down her face and didn’t return the wave. Finally, she started her car and left. When she got home, Ann parked her car in her driveway and went into her.