I mean,what did it matter what word we used?"Oh,ok then,have you seen your daddy's cock?There,is that better?"Chris grinned at me and then totally sur...rised me when he answered,"Yeah,course I have,silly.Lots of times.Daddy calls himself a 'right randy bugger' 'cause his cock's always hard"Heck,my mouth had gone all dry,and my cock was swelling up again,"So,have you ever,'er,like,you know,touched it?"Chris wiggled his eyebrows and grinned at me,"God,you're such a baby you are.You don't know. And there was always after, when Carla insisted that we go have some of our special fun. "Come on, Baby. Let's go show your mommy how much you've grown," she laughed.Carla surprised me. I knew she had an unabashed, dare devilish, vivacious nature, but the more we indulged in our exhibitionist games, the more she egged me to get more brazen. She loved to push the envelope, even more than I did at times. This will grow even clearer if you read my follow-up to "Flirting with Exhibitionism and. Now, she was beginning to looked pissed. "Mikey, I don't know what you've got going on, but I hope you're not planning on doing anything rash," she said. I smiled. That really set her off. "Damn it Mikey! What's going on! I have a right to know," she said. Now that pissed "me" off. "Right? You have a right to know what I'm thinking?" I said. "I could ask you if I had a right to know that you were fucking my used to be best friend, Leslie. I did didn't I? I mean have a right to know? But, you. Unlike a more conventional smother box or smother chair with padding that supported most of her weight, she sat directly on its face with its face supporting the full weight of her body. It gulped her waste down quickly, struggling to swallow fast enough. Despite the extreme difficulty of swallowing while lying flat on its back with its mouth held open, it managed to swallow her waste as fast as she pissed it out.The rest of its body, behind the wall that was once a walk-in closet for one of.