Shit Master took his new toilet-dog outside and force fed it turds by hand out of the nearby construction site port-a-potty next to his apartment hous.... Since it was a Friday night, believe me that port-a-potty was full to overflowing. When finished he took it back into his apartment, now totally shit-smeared and full of construction worker turds and walked it on all fours downstairs into his dark backyard where Master made this shit-smeared faggot on all fours pick up about twenty dogshit logs. What a perfect boyfriend I knew he’d be. He would never hurt me and we could talk honestly to each other. Not to mention he was unbelievably cute. From his shaggy blonde surfer hair to his tan muscular build. I often fantasized about us being together. I knew he felt the same way, but he always tried to hide it. I could tell the way he looked at me when I asked him if a certain pair of pants made my butt look big, or when me and him wrestled in the pool. I was 15 when I finally decided to tell. It was the time when the food was being prepared and those giving speeches made their final adjustments. The day was perfect all around.Little did the guest's realize the smile on the groom was fake, his endearments to his new wife were fake, and he was about to make a huge revelation to the guests. The groom happened to have learned a huge secret moments before the wedding, but kept things under wrap as he plotted a way to get even with his new bride. With his speech swirling in his mind, he. If you need some help you need some help. Full stop. Won't make any difference to Pam or I - she's away and as long as Mary can stand my snoring through two doors or the wall then there isn't a problem."I shrugged my shoulders and asked, "Now Mary - if you're coming over tonight - what's on the menu - you know Pam's a vegetarian..."The relief on their faces was a picture as they argued about what Mary was going to cook. In the end it was settled as Pam arrived back in from the shops, helped.