I didn’t get to finish my leisurely perusal and I felt flushed. ‘Who are you? Never mind!’ He snapped. ‘What’re you doing here is a better ...uestion.’ ‘Hello. My name is Marie Meriwether and I am a repor…’ I never got to finish, as he grabbed hold of my upper arm. ‘No reporters! God! You people are unbelievable. The United States may tolerate this nonsense, but we are more civilized. Now get your scrawny butt out of here!’ Scrawny butt? Obviously he hadn’t truly looked, as my butt is rounded. ’ I then looked as I stood and saw the fries were not even slightly crispy. I grinned and admitted, ‘I like’em a little crispy.’ ‘Ahh . . .’ He replied with a grin, his eyes twinkling. ‘So yeah . . . You can either stay to help me or wait til I’m done . . .’ I said with a small smile, not sure which one he would pick. A deep part of me wanted him to get so I could finish, but another part wanted him stay for different reasons. ‘Umm . . .’ He paused to think briefly, ‘I’ll help . . . I don’t. "I'll just move into Jessica's bedroom." House, I hope," I said. "Once we are picked up, I don't have a problem living close to the rest of you, but I think I'll finally want a bit of privacy."Jason put his arms around me. "You mean you don't want to repeat that passionate night we spent on the beach? Oh, I remember it still, your seeking lips, your agile tongue."I jumped away from my friend. Everyone else in the room started laughing as Jason moaned piteously."Down boy," I said as if I was. He also explained the features of the toilet box in detail. He could have afforded to pay a lot more but ?250 a day seemed reasonable.The reply came back about an hour later ?knew you were a faggot but didn’t expect this! HAHA! Got to admit the thought of you eating my shit and paying for it is too good to miss. When do you want it??Greg replied with the dates and got a reply instantly ?Is good for me. Few things tho. The access panel over your cock stays locked. I’m not going near that and.