In any case, if someone uses a key to enter after hours, the alarms sound." But not during the day, eh?" No." Bogeymen, evidently." Something like tha...," Mr. Glastonbury replied."Well, like I said, pretend I'm not here." No problem," Kennedy told her. The two young women traded cold smiles.Thanksgiving was a nice meal, with Mr. Glastonbury doing the majority of the cooking and all of serving. Everyone else, including all of those on the staff and their families, were present and had a good. Faggot’s mind wasn’t even working, only its insatiable hunger to swallow shit and be debased by this new shit satyr. The appearance – stink, savory flavor, bitter taste of cold feces clay is what was leading to its fate. Faggot’s time to be “certified” as shit insane had arrived.Shit Master took his new toilet-dog outside and force fed it turds by hand out of the nearby construction site port-a-potty next to his apartment house. Since it was a Friday night, believe me that port-a-potty was full. , and instead found myself with my butt and the back of my head wedged into place against the cold cinderblock walls. Before I could protest or even think, I heard him undo his zipper and found the head of his dick pressing against my lips.I was shocked by the speed at which things developed, and found myself gagging slightly as the strong smell of sex wafted off of Dave's cock and into my nostrils. It smelled strongly of pussy, and I suspected he hadn't washed since fucking his wife earlier. "Good you can stay in the chair all night so you are ready and made up inthe morning. It's turning me on you being dressed and helpless likethat."She undid her skirt and it fell to the floor and she undid her blouse aswell. She stood in front of me in matching green satin bra and pantiesand black sheer pantyhose. Her hand slipped between her thighs and sherubbed herself through her pantyhose. She closed her eyes and started togroan. I looked longingly at her my erection straining painfully.