One month later, while Alecia was riding the dildo gag and beating her slave’s balls, she told him, ?I took a shit a bit ago. Since I knew you’d b... smelling it soon, I skipped wiping my ass. I thought you might enjoy the stronger scent while I’m fucking your face, Fuckhead?.I surely could smell it. While she rode my face, and beat my balls, I was consumed with the thought of her shit covered asshole and the desire to taste it. Without ever being touched (Alecia never touched my plastic covered. It tickled with a sensation that felt so good. I needed to push into her.Just as I began to thrust forward, to enter her, Rachel moved her hands up and beat on my chest with her fists, “Jeremy, stop” she shouted. “Get off me. Please don’t”.What? What’s wrong with her? Before I could say anything I heard shouting behind me, “You get off her! Stop it!”I twisted to look behind me. I saw Rachel’s mother standing beside the door, one hand covering her mouth, a shocked look on her face. Rachel began. You need to pick up the beat and let all those couples dance to a fast one.”“Sherry, stop taking requests! It’s getting late and I need to at least play some of the songs through once before I play and sing in front of a crowd.”“Jerry, you’re a natural. You play and sing these songs just like the original recording artists.”“Still, I feel like I need more practice.”“From what you told me, you’ll get lots of practice at that big night club near Little Rock next weekend.”I played for another. I told him Mom had announced dinner and he said he would be right down. I stepped over to my bathroom and washed my hands before I went back downstairs. Dad was right behind me and Mom smiled when we came in the kitchen.Dinner was pleasant. Mom makes a great meatloaf and we were all hungry for it. She and Dad had a little discussion on what still needed to be done for the dinner Mom had planned for tomorrow. It seemed like almost everything was ready except for the actual dinner she was going.