Throwing his shirt on the floor we resumed kissing and my hands gripped his bum then I ran them up and down his back, he shuddered.A couple of minutes...passed, and I brought my right hand round the front of his pants and touched him, he was hard, not particularly big, but solid. He then gave a little whimper as I rubbed him. My left hand running up and down his spine I was turned on myself.Again, a couple more minutes passed by and I unbuttoned his pants, as they fell to the floor, I gripped his. Just piss into the pipe and crap into the hole whenever you need to."Then she smeared some cream all over my face and chin. It stung like all hell."What was that for?" I asked."A powerful depilatory. Once a week, and we don't have to shave you." Okay," I said, I guess that not a bad idea for a toilet slave, "but what's the thing on my finger for?"Erica raised the lid and said, "That's an oxygen sensor." What's it for?" They usually hook them to people during surgery. Our last toilet slave died. I flicked the nipple of the bottle with my tongue just as I would flick a cock and looked back for the reaction. The reaction was a clear signal, a come hither wave with his left hand. At that point I upped my windows, grabbed my waist bag with my lube and rubbers and headed to his rig. As I walked he watched me with intensity but not in an intimidating way. He simply showed a strong interest in my body movements as I walked toward him. I dress for heat this time of year and my nylon sorts and. Theyclashed beautifully with her green blouse and got a good reaction."Well that was fun. I never expected to be wearing these leggings myselfalthough from my husband's reaction I will be wearing them again." Thatgot a laugh for Barbara. "Great efforts everyone. I wondered what waslurking in your wardrobes. Now use the voting buttons I've put up andselect our winner."Barbara had excluded herself as an option and it was between Ian andLarry with the majority going for Larry."Well done Larry and.