It was her commitment and devotion to the art of defecating. It was her deep love. When she shitted, she did it with tremendous love and devotion. She...treated every turd as her child. She'd carefully lay them in neat shapes, caress them, kiss them, lick them. Her turds were labour of love for her. Like her baby. She'd very slowly slice them in small pieces and feed her lesbian lovers. Like a mother feeding her loving baby some delicious candy. Sometimes, she directly defecated in her lovers'. I started moving my head up and down slowly getting into a rhythm. Before I could go any faster he stopped me. "Trying to suck me dry so I wouldn't fuck you?" He laughed throwing me to the ground again. He flipped me on my stomach and lifted my ass spreading my cheeks again. "No! Please!" I begged and begged. He spit in the hole then put his fingers inside. "Omg please it hurts" I pleaded as tears ran down my face. He kept fingering my butt hole with two fingers then shoved one in my pussy.. Dressed in one of her favorite outfits that he bought her, a very short skirt and loose tied top that shows off her ample breasts, she rises up on the bed. She crawls to the edge of the bed and sticks her hand down the front of his pants, under his boxers to take a firm grip of his member. Carrie looks up at him with a wicked smile. “I’m a little slut, ain’t I?” she asks.Robert smiles back down at her and nods. It gives him a thrill to taunt her like this. In record time, the girl is stripped. Beautiful black spiked heel shoes with elbow length wet look black gloves completed my vampish look. As we were in a sexual rut, my husband barely noticed the level of effort I had put into my appearance, nor the fact that I was as sexed up as possible. When we entered the ballroom I swear every pair of eyes turned to gaze at me. I knew instinctively that the looks were of jealousy from the females and I recognised the look of lust in some the gent’s eyes.We were introduced to my husband’s boss.