"Can.. Can I help you empty your bowels please Sir? I want you to watch me and wank as I swallow your shit, piece by piece. I know i'm just a fat pig ...nd I don't deserve it but if you are feeling generous I would like to crawl over there and suck your ass... please."Michael stroked his cock as he listened to her beautiful begging, he was loving the words coming out of her piggy mouth. "Keep going... You fat bitch." John checked to see if he had offended her but she was still smiling and loving. I appreciate your honesty in this... situation. I feel certain you will uphold your end of the bargain and stay out of our lives forever. That's the way it should be, I guess. In any case, I have a patient to see in a half hour and I don't want to be late. Good luck, Michael." I hurried past him and through the archway and left the building. Quickly, before he noticed the tears.I listened to the phone message again."Becca. I've been trying to reach you. I need to see you. I want to see you. You. They each collapsed on the couch in the living room. Mathew asked, “Amy, should we call your husband and tell him you’ll be sleeping it off here tonight?“ Her car was in the drive, but she was in no shape to turn the radio on, never mind drive it. Amy mumbled something as her eyes started to roll into the back of her head. Jamie offered, “Oh, she already called him from the club and told him she’d be here tonight.” As grateful and relieved as Mathew was, he could not help but feel the anger. They placed their hands gently oneach other's necks and faces and kissed passionately. Slowly, theirhands roamed over each other's bodies, cupping breasts and asses,fondling and caressing. Their kisses were liquid and noisy. Michele lay down on the carpeted floor on her back. Joyce grabbedher panties from around her thighs and pulled them completely off.She then crawled over Michele in the sixty-nine position and justcrouched there. They gazed at each other's bushes with desire.Finally Michele.