I just blinked in shock. The massive black girl was taking a massive, stinky shit on my head. Then I realized it, retched violently and was about to j...mp out of the rubber dildo in total revulsion when Olivia Taylor pointed her finger at me once more to say in a very dangerous voice:?Don’t–move.?So I just bowed down a bit to puke my guts on the tiled floor. The massive black girl just repositioned her basketball buttocks above my head again and kept pooping on it. I kept barfing again and again. I gradually carved and hand-rubbed the thing into existence. When I went to use it, I felt as if it were a part of my arm. It quickly became an accurate and powerful weapon in my hands.I made sure that my foodstuffs would not go off on me. After all, I didn’t use the best method of preservation for all that pig but I’d be awfully put out if it rotted. I put preservation spells on both panniers. Then I wondered what would be my cover? I needed a legend--a story to tell and a reason to be. Maybe she was joking when she said that. I don’t think that…Suddenly she moved her phone close to her pussy. She had removed her panty and was now fingering herself.Georgina: Still, don’t believe me?Me: Holy shit! I… I do. Oh boy. I really do wish that I was there with you now.Georgina: Why don’t you come over now? My door is always open for you.Me: I’d love to, but Amy is staying here the night. Take a rain-check?Georgina: I’ll hold you to it. But before you go, I want you to see this.She. (In retrospect this now seems to have been a most foolish allocation of duties for her) She was, by now, well on the road to completing her studies and was spending time providing the services of house maid. This had been a challenge when first mooted, seen by her as inappropriate for a princess. However I had prevailed and with judicious use of the plug to ensure her compliance she now functioned quite successfully in the menial role.There were a few exchanged words at the doorstep and Helena.