I kinda missed her hair as a handle. I pressed her face into her shit and slowly moved it around.“This. Is. Not. Your. Toilet. You. Will. Never. Aga...n. Piss. Or. Shit. In. This. House. Do you understand?”She nodded. I thought I saw some tears run down her cheeks, but I couldn’t be sure. Her face was a brown mess. The rest of her body wasn’t much better, with smears of shit on her ass and legs. I probably should have been disgusted, but somehow this was sexy in its own way. Of course, the. The kind of coffee my parents would’ve had when they were alive; more about the comfort than where it came from and how it was picked.Troy nodded and sipped as well. “There’s a reason we both wanted you to stay after Claire left. It’s nothing against anyone. I sensed something special about you from the beginning, Susan, and I was right. It’s something we need to talk about, and depending on how that talk goes, everyone should benefit, however, this isn’t the right place. We need to have this. " Three days the storm raged while they hid from it in the forest. When it could not get them, it took out its anger on their canoes. There was little left. our ancestors came out of the forest happy just to be alive. They had their tools and, in time built this village and made the island our home." Amazing, George said. He checked the tape recorder to make certain that he had gotten the story. "It's a good thing that your ancestors were on their way back from the raid when the storm. They knew they could over power her as there were more than 100 of them, they were also coninced that she would love the attention and variety of different cocks. So a plan was drawn up. After they had all waved santa off 6 elves would be waiting just inside the front door with rolls of ribbon to trip up and then tie up mrs claus. She would then be given the choice of going with it or enduring it, but either way every elf would be having fun with her. As mrs claus kissed santa and said goodbye.