Make one of myself and switch it with the other one. I wasn't going to say a word. I figured that would be the end of it.Things are never as easy as t...ey should be. Did you know you have to shave before using that stuff? I never thought about it before, but there was a very prominent warning about ripping the hair out, if you didn't shave. The idea of having my hair ripped out, down there, wasn't very appealing.I shaved.It was a first, for me, and a very strange experience. The balls are rather. He began hunching his ass down trying to find purchase with his already hard cock. In doing so he was curling Britney Spears' body back so that her knees were now almost touching her shoulders. This was also pulling up her ass off the ground, placing her still exposed pussy dangerously close to the animal's eight-inch cock."OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!" Britney moaned as she could feel another impending bestial rape about to happen to her.Then it finally happened. With her panties wrapped tightly at. It felt wonderful. I involuntarily let out a whimper. Mike said that he knew I would like that. He then spit on my ass and began working another finger into me. After several minutes of me sucking his cock and him finger my ass, he said I was ready. He told me to get on my hands and knees, put my head down and ass up. I did as I was told. He told me to pull my ass cheeks apart for him. I pulled them as far about as I could.He came around behind me and spit another big gob of spit on my ass. He. We went together back through the wooden fence behind the chain mail shop, and suddenly I was back in the parking lot, seeing cars instead of open carriages and costumes. Huddled together like spectacularly tailored penguins were the most elaborately dressed criers and employees of every shop, all adorned in the leather, mesh, and mail from their respective shops, gathering into one big parade line. There was everyone, all in their own place. Beggars advertising the Mud Show. An oversized King.