She must have water backed up all the way into the middle colon. Imm gettin weak.. she said as she spread her legs apart to better balance herself. ...nough is enough. I stopped the flow and noted she had taken almost the whole bag. I carefully removed the nozzle and plugged her small leaking anus with the end of my finger. I moved her carefully over to the toilet and sat her down on the stool, removing my finger. Instead of the gush of a shit-geyser I had expected, she barley dripped. She. He doesn't want to see her get hurt any more.Later in the afternoon, two people walk down that street. One is an androgynously dressed young person, perhaps a woman though it's difficult to tell. She's wearing a baseball cap, shorts, and hiking boots, and has a backpack slung over one shoulder. The other person is a little girl who's holding the adult's hand. She's wearing a short blue dress and tights. Her long red hair is tied back in a ponytail by a blue ribbon. A car drives by slowly but. Latha stood behind her elder sister and poured warm oil on her hair and started massaging. I stood before Sudha and massaged the oil, which was flowing down her face. Then Latha sat down behind Sudha and started spreading the oil into Sudha’s long tresses carefully. Meanwhile, I took up the job of massaging Sudha’s head. I moved close to her and brushed by extended organ on her face. Sudha just smiled at me but did not touch my penis with her hands or mouth. After Latha had finished the. I owed him."I don't have to do nothing else?" Nope, just lie there. No one will do anything to you that you don't want to happen."I took the last part of that conversation as a warning and felt a shiver of dread. Now that the time was here, my stomach was a mass of butterflies and I could feel gooseflesh covering my skin."You look a little cold," the chef remarked, his eyes on my breasts.I couldn't help but glance down, seeing the small brown tips grow tight. "You think?" I know I was being.