Juanita opened with, "I love the children, but I am only one person, and I am getting old and a bit stiff. And knowing you two, these are not the last...children y'all will want to help. Frankly, y'all need to admit that you have started an orphanage, and an orphanage needs a staff. I can be the supervisor, but we need at least one more worker right now, and we will need one worker for every five children. I'd like to see that at three children, but I doubt that would be physically possible. Then I saw the ad in the back of the paper. It was barely noticeable in the Furniture For Sale group. "Women's Chairs -- special design for motivation. $325 each, ask for Sondra." That and a phone number. Something about the wording of the ad piqued my interest.Sondra had a low, whiskey-tinged voice on the phone, and gave me directions to a warehouse building on the east side of town. I pulled my 4x4 into the dirt parking lot and went up to knock on the door. Before my knuckles could hit the. He was soon soaked in piss. It streamed from his face and over his cheeks and neck. Donna made crying sounds of pleasure as she watched what she was doing with her son. The piss gushed strongly, and Billy slowly parted his lips, feeling the piss seep past his teeth. The taste of his mother's hot piss sent a wild tremor of perverse delight through his young body. He gripped his cock very hard, making the prickhead bulge."Shove your face in my cunt!" Donna gasped.Billy didn't hesitate. He lifted. Pippa entered me; fingers spearing through the dripping, pulsing flesh into the madly squeezing canal beyond, then curling back in on themselves, nails running along my inner lining, knuckles pushing at the strong muscles between pussy and anus, tips dipping down into the slight hollow hidden beneath my stiff clitoris, seeking that orgasm inducing spot that she had found so many times before. “Just because nobody wants you. Because nobody wants to fuck a poisonous dwarf like you”. Pippa’s.