We were always happy to see the man who brought coffee around. That coffee tasted terrible having brewed in a nasty urn all day, but there usually was...doughnuts or pastry to help get rid of the taste and with milk and sugar it was drinkable. This time he arrived in a panel van when he usually drove a smaller truck. As we began to go to the back of the van to get a cup the driver smiled “Merry Christmas, Guys. Coffee or Piece of Pussy?” he asked. “What?” We asked together. “Have a look in the. I was taking my time and sucking my friend’s mom’s nipples and pressing them gently. She too was supporting me well. There was no talking during our make-out.After a few minutes, she pulled her panty down. Her pussy was clean shaved. She asked me to go down on her.I placed her on the office desk and started licking my friend’s mom’s navel first and then slowly started fingering her pussy. Her soft moans were making me enjoy more.I could see her juices starting to leak so I started licking my. One of the men saw fit to correct this deficiency, and he pulled a long, rubber glove onto his hand.“Kneel down here at the toilet bowl,” he told Colette who submitted readily to his command. The man then began to scoop a good handful of soft, slimy, mucky shit out of the bowl. Once he had a good amount of the foul gunk, he told Colette to tip her head back a little, and to open her mouth.Colette’s mind raced frantically. It was patently obvious what the man intended to do,. She had done an admirable job of it, and she’d done it in the nude as well. I kissed her when she stood and I pressed her naked form to mine and I offered her any relief that she might need. That night, she declined, though she did promise me that sometime very soon she would come and visit my furs.Gabby and I found two women awaiting us after our baths. Clara was kneeling expectantly upon our big bear fur anxious to greet Gabby home in a proper manner, and Zeya, the young mother whom I hadn’t.