If it’s something that can’t be preserved until I can see it, then I want photos of it – multiple photos, good quality photos.N.C: Sorry, Doctor... I’ll clarify that instruction in the notes. Jasmine is probably still on the bus on the way home. I could call her and ask her to describe it to you.Dr K: Please do that.Phone call, Nurse Jasmine, ((pleasantries deleted))N.J: I’m sorry, doctor. I didn’t take much notice of what it looked like. I didn’t turn the main light on so it was mostly in. Eves small, white, pure breasts were all of the time rubbing around the rim of the dirty toilet bowl and being smeared with the filth that came from many cocks dribbling the last drops of their piss onto it. Several times the bowl was flushed, each time catching Eve unawares and each time choking her with the drowning water. Eventually the men allowed Eve to remove her head from the toilet bowl. She sat there at their feet, on the filthy, concrete floor, her hair bedraggled and clinging to her. Pump them in and out as you devour my ass, you filthy slut.”“Mmm, yummy,” the slut moaned, tonguing faster and faster. “You're right. The more I eat the gooder your ass tastes.”“Better!” I gasped, my back arching, my asscheeks clenching. “Better, you dumb dyke!”But she didn't care. She frigged me and licked me, stirring my pussy to a hot froth. I groaned and trembled, my eyes rolling back into my head as the pleasure built inside of me. I savored it, loving how it built and built in me.Her. Once I was sure she was in the shower and not gonna pop the door open on my spying, I crept upstairs and peered through the bottom of the door. All I could see was shower curtain so I ‘staked out’ the view. Within 5 minutes of kneeling uncomfortably in the hallway, alas the water was turned off. As my nerves were shaky in anticipation and my cock getting warm and dripping precum, I waited for my moment. Before I knew it, the shower curtain swung open, and there, behold, was the view I had.