"He looked down at me. "Oh really? I want you to clean up that toilet bowl with your tongue." The toilet bowl in that place is one of the nastiest toi...et bowls I have ever seen. It almost never gets flushed. I crawled on my hands and knees over to the bowl. It was filled with a lot of piss, and it stunk like hell. My dick was so hard I almost couldnt stand it. The seat was up and I began hungrily licking the porcellin rim of the bowl. The word had got out in the theater and everyone had come. She turned to me with a sly look on her face as she slowly stood up. "Stand," Samantha said seductively. My thighs and legs felt like Jell-O after sitting for so long. My dick throbbed, and my balls felt heavy. I wanted to cum in the worst way possible. Samantha kicked her chair out of the way. "Lie down," Samantha said in barely a whisper. As always, I did what she said, lying down on the carpet. Samantha instructed and showed me the way she wanted me. My legs went under her desk. I knew what. Pete claimed criminal compensation for Pete’s criminal injuries, the long period that he had spent on remand in a hospital prison on what was even at the time considered very circumstantial evidence, along with the long-term suffering for his disability, his claim through the courts very ably aided by the eminent QC Hector Okinowu.The court case was a walk-over and Pete was awarded what he believed was a fantastic award, that everyone else felt was justifiable and long overdue. Pete insisted. Millie sat down her purse on the hall tree, walked into the kitchen and immediately tied on her apron, ‘Sarah darling, would you please show Jackson … ah, your brother to your room. He can stay there and you can sleep with me until Daddy comes home.’ Sarah almost startled me when she finally spoke, ‘Okay, Mama’ and headed up the stairs. What she thought of as her room had been my room while I was growing up and it seemed strange to see it filled with stuffed animals and pictures of Elvis..