Bert didn't really care, he enjoyed bringing his women into the shower and washing them down by hand, something that neither of his concubines objecte... to in the slightest.Life certainly was different after extraction and even now, three years after his pickup, Bert wouldn't say that he was entirely acclimatised to the way things were. He wouldn't say he was suffering because of the changes, but the way some things were still didn't seem right.He refrained from singing as he scrubbed the sweat. "Imagine sidin' yer stinky finger in and out of his muddy hole... makin' him squeel like a pig from how hot it felt!"This was several notches above the level I'd managed to get used to. This was a whole league beyond what I'd thought I was getting comfortable with."His butt-hair's matted round where his pucker must be," Whitehouse laughed, really hammering his cock. "It's all clumped together... like he's got a stinkie-pinkie!" Would you finger him up there?" Smiler turned to ask me. "Could you. "Someone told you life was fair?"The sound of the bathroom door closing got my attention as Ted took advantage of my distraction to make a break and steal the bathroom. "Don't take forever! I need to pee!" I shouted.His voice floated back through the door. "Then come in and pee. It's not locked." The sound of the shower immediately followed.I looked at Lisa and her eyes twinkled at the possibilities. "He's a little cocky this morning," She finally said."More than a little," I muttered. "He was. My heart was pounding. How did I manage to get myself into this? I stayed there for a few minutes and thought of what I was going to do.“Are you ok?”I felt a hand over my mouth.“Don’t scream. It’s me. Bobby.”I was never so happy to see a friendly face. I wrapped my arms around him and started crying.“What’s wrong? What did he do to you?”“He didn’t touch me. I ran away before he could.”I told Bobby what Mr. Williams had done and said. He held me close. I felt so safe in his arms. I forgot about.