Then as she was leaving, I told her to come at 7:00 in the evening as my parents would be leaving for a seminar and wouldn’t be back for some days. ...s she lived alone, she happily agreed and we both went back to our work. During her work, we had cautious conversations about our fetishes and our desires.She said that she liked dirty spit exchange and feet sucking as she had seen on her phone. She also added that she had a pee fetish and had a desire for a dirty intercourse. I laughed excitedly. I'm sure you fantasized about analsex from me but never had the balls to ask for it." She laughed. "Now,all you have to do is beg and someone will be happy to have anal withyou."I was still moaning and trying to push this plug out of my bottom. Itwasn't moving and my hole felt like a barn door. "Well, I did want totry it."She laughed and got some paper towels from the dispenser.I was still bent over at the waist and holding on to the sink.She wrapped the paper towels around the butt plug stand. And the stink of exhaust and packed-together humanity too.Now what she missed was podunk Turkey Hollow. Well, she missed Holly anyway. And the laid back, easygoing way of the people. And the good food.And Dub.Once hadn't been enough, of course ... for either of them. Dub still serviced his harem, though that wasn't really the right word for it. He was just a handy and safe way to get the little pleasure that hard working hill women felt they deserved.That was one of the things that had changed. Looking around with a wary eye, she noticed that nothing was different from when she’d last seen it. She walked through the hall and looked into her parent’s bedroom, immediately regretting it. She could not only discern the two bodies by the phallic placement, her mother’s corpse was sitting on the bed leaning against the wall with her father’s flayed face placed between her legs. Both were eviscerated and gutted with only their bones and muscle present. Tears welled up in Michelle’s eyes as.