She saw the mountain of flour too late and her foot slipped as well and she tumbled face first onto Willie’s flour smitten coveralls. They wrestled...in the flour, each trying to help the other until they realized they were only hindering each other and their giggles evolved into thunderous laughter amongst the field of pots and pans around them. Willie leaned onto his side and Emily slipped her arm around him and suddenly they realized the closeness of their embrace. Smiles faded as Willie. She had signals that kicked in all the greatest hormone combinations. The multiple partners, the multiple semen doses, all triggered a flow of oxytocin, relaxin and other hormones that made her literally much more attractive to new males, while allowing her vagina to stretch more than and be lubricated more than any normal girl. In other words, my wife was perfect for prostitution.Amber and Sue started on their second round. I suspected that Amber had similar hormones to my wife. But, Sue had. ”Yeah,” interjected Steve. “The 1970s called and wants its humour back.”I glared at ‘Herr Overwurst’ who was grinning at me and twirling his fake moustache. “It’s more 1370s,” I replied with crushing scorn. If it wasn’t for the fact Steve was paying to appear in the movie, I would have fired him on the spot.You remember Steve? Cocky git, largely responsible for getting me in this mess? Wait, you didn’t know he was back on the scene? Okay, rewind, or as we call it in showbiz, a flashback.My. " He withdraws his cock from her mouth, the look of utter disgust on her face obvious. "Tha-thank you..." she murmurs with difficulty. "For what?" he prompts."For... cleaning me out...?" her voice sounds quizzical."That's right whore, but there's more. I want to say 'thank you for not making me eat my own shit'... because that's what it comes down to."Rachels face looks even more disgusted, but she manages to choke out "thank you... for not ma-making me... eat my... own sh-shit..." and feels.