(At this point, as was usual, my bowelschose to empty themselves. I had long cured myself of an instinctive attemptto slow down and stop while I defec...ted - it only brought a flurry of painfulprods from the slave's goad - and I continued to trudge stolidly around whileI expelled my faeces, feeling their slimy warmth as they slid down the insidesand backs of my thighs on their way to join the layer of filth I walked through.)The sound of Bessie's shod feet accompanied by the slapping of bare. Molly moaned and Daddy looked down at her face. “You want me to take your gag off sweetheart?”She nodded eagerly. “Are you going to behave and let me fuck you or are you going to try and spit at me again?” he asked. She shook her head and looked remorseful. With a few deep thrusts that hit her cervix hard as a warning, Daddy reached up and pulled the bandana out of her mouth. She licked her lips and swallowed a few times. “Please,” she whispered. “I’m so sore.”“Shhh,” Daddy crooned, running his. Most knew he was married and his wife was named Sarah. She was a beautiful porcelain skinned Scandinavian girl who made an annual appearance at the company "winter" party.Allan himself was dark skinned with hazel eyes, a result of mixed parentage. He was nearly 6 feet tall with a heavy build. He looked like someone who would be more at home doing manual labor or fighting in a cage instead of doing chemical research in a lab. "Damn this tea is good." Allan remarked as he sipped. Selena smiled "I. I offered them twenty bucks a piece, if they would take turns, taking a dump in the same unit, without flushing it. I said we had to check the sanitation level and the flushing capacity. I told them I understood it was a weird offer, that three other groups of guys had declined, and that I was loathed to ask females to do it. The boys thought it was a really crazy idea and accepted. They joked about who would shit last and how the potty would stink. I told them there were air filters and that.