Open your fucking mouth!"It couldn't be real. It had to be the final seconds of the test. Without my approval, my mouth opened. Her face broke into a ...ide smile. She pushed the fork toward my mouth. Her eyes were glazed. Mine were fearful."Oooooooo I love this!" she squealed with triumph. "A peasant's first taste of shit--my shit! So exciting!"The fork was under my nose. It stopped. I brightened. The bluff was over! But then, she pushed it forward and I felt the top of her shit brush my lip. I. She knew how impossible were the conditions the diabolical Celestine had set for her freedom. Even after seventy years of being flogged every day and with a skin as thick and desensitised as hers had become, she would not withstand even one lash from the possessed Witch. She was half inclined to tell the witch to take her to whatever place of torment and slavery she wished. The whipping was no more than a formality. But Celestine was set on causing her more pain. All signs of love had vanished. He kissed her shoulder several times, as she was drifting off to sleep.The next morning they awoke to the sun streaming into the window, and a light breeze shifting the curtains. It was warm, but not hot. They got up and, after a few kisses, and a "Good Morning" hug, went in and took the first shower of the day. They dried each other, and, remembering what their hostesses had told them, went down the stairs to the kitchen. They were surprised to see Pam cooking. She turned around to show that. She moaned a little louder rocking her hips with each of my strokes. Having fucked so many times before, I was able to last a long time. I was getting close and Sara could tell, “Cum in my ass Randy.”Right on cue, I squirted deep into her hole. I slowly pulled out exhausted.“That felt so nasty, I really liked it. Your cum feels so weird in my ass. Maybe next time we can use my dildo in my pussy while you fuck my ass.”“Next time?” I asked.Sara curled up with me kissing me. “Oh yeah, I have.