We flirted with fame and instead we found scandal." It's all the fault of the fucking American media!" Judy sniffed. "They've fucking had it in for us...ever since we arrived in this shit-arse country."Of all of us, Judy Dildo was the one most likely to agree with Polly Tarantella's thesis that Crystal Passion was the victim of a grand conspiracy. Most of us blamed our misfortune more on the outcome of a series of unfortunate events. And this is ironic given that Polly portrays Judy as the. He looked back and the men watching him and slowly lit his pipe drawing in the rum flavored aroma of the tobacco from the far-away islands in the sun. He smiled as though they were on a picnic in the park just waiting for the band to break out in a stirring tune to lift their spirits. But there was no band, no music, and he forced himself to stand and issue orders to forge ahead to the next layover where they could get some much needed rest in the godforsaken wilderness of Maine. It was still a. I booked a room at a Kings Cross Hotel called Central on Argyll Street just round the corner from the station. Ian and I checked in about an hour before we were due to meet Sally. I had given Ian instructions on how to approach her. He must quote our safe word "Banana" which would be a sure way to ensure that it was me that was behind this approach.To be honest I was not confident she would go with him. I watched from a vantage point some distance away as Ian approached and they got chatting. I. It was covered with at least a quarter-inch of thick, dark brown shit and smeared with my cock cream. She turned around and pushed me onto the bathroom floor, and she straddled my cock and dumped a huge load of her hot poo all over my cock and balls. Without saying a fucking word, she got off me, knelt over my cock, looked into my eyes with the most wicked smile I had ever seen, and started cleaning my cock with her mouth. She ate all of her turds, fingering her cunt the whole time, and.