“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know that,” said the manager. “Here, give me the broom I’ll show you how it works.”Drunk in France-true eventTh...s actually happened to an Englishman, in France, who was totally drunk.A French policeman stops the Englishman’s car and asks if he has been drinking.With great difficulty, the Englishman admits that he has been drinking all day, that his daughter got married that morning, and that he drank champagne and a few bottles of wine at the reception, and many single. Sit on the bowl and open that slut mouth of yours.’ That got her to flinch just a bit but she did as instructed. I stepped in front of her, took my cock in my hand and said, ‘Don’t swallow. I want to see my pissing running down your slut body.’ I let loose and as the hot stream hit her tongue her eyes bugged out and her hands shot down and grabbed the side of the toilet as if I might blow her off the bowl with the force of it. My bladder was full and her mouth was small. It didn’t take a second. He stood up, pulling up the ropes from one end in front of her and the others behind her. Each side had two ropes, one over her right shoulder, the other over her left shoulder. He began to tie the ends together, getting rid of the slack in the rope as he tightened the knots. The pole was now smashed against her delicate inner pussy, her lips wrapped around the outside. He grabbed the end of the pole and pushed it towards the back, watching as the first ring nearest to her spread pussy pushed. Every village had a lichyard, and the dead peering from their grave reminded me of the turbulence. Even though my robes were spotless—a quick prayer to Saphique every morning ensured they were pure white again—and my traveling cloak was freshened, I felt dipped in mud.I hoped this would end. I couldn't stand this feeling for too long. It was depressing.The dead pressed on the fabric. Normally, only the strongest or most tortured spirits could cross over. Thank the Gods those were rare. But they.