I breathed in deep and walked on.Then it happened. I heard a distant “bing”, and the numbers on the lift lit up. I could read them from where I wa...: one, two, three, four… oh heavens, they were coming. I stopped, too afraid to go on, but then the sign stopped at five. I breathed a sigh of relief, and kept walking.Then the lift started again, very quickly: six, seven, eight, nine…ten.And the bell “binged”, and the doors began to open.That was it for me. I turned tail and legged it back down the. Her diarrhea was getting more and more liquid, less and less solid, though just as foul, if not more so, than normal shit.It's a good thing I had been at this for a few weeks by then. I had got over my queasiness of eating shit, and I had got pretty good at swallowing quickly while 100-pounds of ass sat on my face. I can't imagine what it would have been like for me if one of them had had diarrhea during my first week as a toilet slave.She sat on me almost constantly the whole night, hour after. .. It's about... like... what the Bible says about incest?" Oh? Has your father done something to you?" The minister's unruly organ began to swell at the thought of this busty, young morsel being screwed by her father even though he couldn't imagine it with his own daughter. But if she'd already been broken in then maybe? No. He pushed the thought from his mind."Oh no, Reverend Gibson! Daddy wouldn't... it's not him. It's my brother." Oh my? That's awful, Debby. You mean he... went all the way. Later I got to know she got committed to another guy. He is a real hunk with well toned body and model type looks. They appeared perfect… 1 day I was returning from Mysore to Bangalore in train. While boarding I saw her already seated inside. The compartment was less crowded and many were asleep. I ignored her n sat alone in a seat.Five minutes later she came n sat next to me. She was wearing tight t shirt n her cleavage was visible. She smiled at me and her boobs gave me an instant hardon..