Colette breathed deeply of the heavy, stinking vapours in the toilet bowl. The vile stench assailed her nostrils and was drawn deeply into her lungs a... she knelt there with her head in the position where many filthy asses had sat during the day and oozed their shit from their bowels.Her eyes looked at the disgustingly stained walls of the bowl, and at the slimy muck of water just inches below her face. She could hear the voices of the men standing above her, jeering and mocking her, telling her. The elevator came to a stop, and the door slid open, “I think you’ll love this place. First, let’s look at the living room.” As we emerged from the elevator into the apartment, I moved my arms wide to show him the room, twirling. He walked out and looked around nodding his head. He would run his hand over a table or chair, then run the hankie over the same place, a neat freak I guess. “Over here is the fully stocked wet bar, of course, it will be your responsibility to restock it when the need. The light in the room was still on, as I had left it. I blinked and looked down, but nothing was there. I rose up on my elbows and inspected my penis. It was now limp, with a single pearl of semen oozing from the slit. Clearly I did have a real ejaculation. Puzzled, I lay back down again. It was too much to think about, so I drifted back to sleep.In the morning I drove to the Bluebird Diner for breakfast. The waitress was a healthy young woman named Sophia with a wealth of dark hair tied up in. Ihad to clean up the washroom here otherwise the entirebasement is going to smell nasty in the morning, I alsocleaned up all the beer bottles and chips and food leftaround. I was fairly drunk myself at this point so ittook me about 15-20 minutes.Unknown to me at the time, Frank had made his wayupstairs and found the bathroom with ease. He walkedin, relived himself and then proceed to look for theguestroom however something caught his eye. The glowfrom the bathroom light allowed him to see.