Your little game can be our little secret.”I studied her; she seemed to be in her mid twenties. I wondered what she wanted with a young stud like me... Then a light bulb flashed, “Look, I don’t pay for sex lady.”She laughed, “Don’t worry pretty boy, I don’t want you to pay with money,” then she got serious, “Now come home with me or I’ll tell the bartender your real age,” when I still resisted, she added, “Come pretty boy, trust me.”Trust me, those words came to mean a great deal to me over the. Anil Sir was much more decent than Ramesh Sir in terms of treating me. He sat on the washroom pot to release his morning scat. He specifically ordered me to finger his ass hole while he releases his motions since he enjoys it very much.Just fingering an ass hole while shitting was probably the easiest bathroom service I have been asked to do in my entire career of being a slave. He was playing with my lips and tongue while I kept fingering his anal hole. He was clearly enjoying my fingering. “Hey, this is Josey. Is Sheriff Glass in her office?”“Hey, Josey. I’m Gina and and I’m new here. Just a second and I’ll get her on the phone.”“Thanks Gina. I knew I didn’t recognize your voice.”“Come see me, sometime, Josey ... Here’s Sheriff Glass.““Josey, what have you been up to lately? Don’t you love me anymore?”“Hey, Mona. You know I’ll always love you. I’ve just been busy.”“I love it when you call, you always make me feel good. Now, tell me what’s up. I know by now, you never call unless. It was a colorful affair, chosen by Wahida. “But also eager. I wanted to help my futa-mother out. She had this dream of futas being accepted everywhere.”“Yes, President Woodward is very eager for it,” said Adelia. The talk show host shifted as she sat beside me. She was a beautiful woman with caramel skin, her black hair swaying about her face. I was being interviewed on her afternoon show. Our talk was being streamed across the world. “Do you have a close relationship with your mother.”“No,” I.