It was in moments of that first massive rush it instantly discovered its true nature was that of being a less than human walking sewer a****l – one ...ell-bent in full pursuit of devouring shit.That night Shit Master wore very high black motorcycle boots, a white medical jacket that exposed his city-wide famous buns and was otherwise nude. It was instantaneously overpowered by the utter perfection of his bubble-butt which had a hypnotic power on this particular shit-faggot because it was so chem. It brought back more memories……Summer 1999.Jennifer and I had just graduated high school and were enjoying the summer before we started college in the fall. My parents gave me a car a graduation present. It was an old piece of crap, but it was mine. Jennifer and I had worked jobs during our school breaks, and saved a few dollars, so we decided to get a small apartment together. It was small and gross, and our parents objected to it, but we wanted to be independent. We knew that we would have. ‘I Evenora, former Witch of the West declare my complete abasement before you, oh Oz the Great and Powerful, and if I am forgiven, I will serve you with unquestioning loyalty in whatever capacity, however low, you command,’ she said. ‘What of your greed, haughty one?’ I asked. ‘It is forsaken my lord, banished forever from my heart. What rubbish is gold and jewels compared to the favor of my lord and master whom I love with all my heart and soul,’ she replied earnestly. ‘And the base, mean. We had been to several fancy dress parties but never on Halloween and never with fellow swingers. We decided to book tickets telling Susan and John we looked forward to seeing them again. We arrived earlier in the day and the hotel had been kitted out with all things Halloween and it really did look good. John welcomed us and in particular my wife. We sorted a few things out in the room and went for lunch in a nearby cafe. John caught us on the way out telling us to meet up at 4pm in the main.