Darcie gave me one of her nasty syrupy shits, then I lost it. Lying on my back, I must have puked a gallon up all over my face and down the drain unde... the back of my head."What the fuck?" Darcie screamed. But she must have known that Francesca had diarrhea all night. She reached up to get that leather strap."I'm sorry Mistress Darcie," I said, my mouth still filled with my puke that tasted like Francesca's diarrhea. "Mistress Francesca had diarrhea all night, and I just lost it. Please forgive. I had a big cock, not huge, but enough to hurt people when I wanted to. As I slammed in and out, I watched her strangle on the noose. I pulled out at the last second so that I came all over her face as she choked to death. I could see more than just desperation in her eyes- I loved the shame I could see in there too. I had taken pictures throughout the whole experience, and got one of the dead body. I knew the missing bra and panties would tell the cops that the Clown had just upped the. I woke up at 3:30 in the afternoon and had to pee.I had barely hit the seat when Jen said, "Hurry up, I'm next."We got back in bed, kissed, and hugged. Then did the female version of a quickie, we masturbated each other to orgasm, and then showered.Jen made us a quick breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast. We went to check out the basement gym. The basement was huge, it even seemed to be bigger that the footprint of the house. There were exercise machines for every part of the body including a. That incredible feeling caused me to erupt in her like Old Faithful. The best part was that I never had to move a muscle, basically she didn’t either except for the ones inside her fabulous pussy.She lay next to me and cuddled in arranging her big breasts so that one was right against my ribcage and the other one was lying up on my chest to play with.Then she started telling me her story. She had met and falling in love with her husband. He was sort of cruel and abusive but like most women she.