'Now, the dirt-bag's mouth,' he finally spoke, with Thad popping his rod out of and turning her face-hole toward the man massively urinating into it.A...d more than ever, Andrea felt exploited by him next stowing his faucet in his pants prior to silently dissapearing as suddenly as he'd arrived on the scene!'Shit, maybe you're a fucking prostitute after all, since that duffer paid you with a mouthful of chur-chur (piss)!' Jason laughed.'Yeah, a 3-potty outhouse in the park!' Thad sneered as Jason. And that will make you a goody tushy.” I groaned saying those words.“Oh, goody,” she moaned. “Yay!”And then she licked my sphincter hard. She really swirled her tongue around it. I gasped, my bowels clenching as her tongue danced over my asshole. She swirled it around, nuzzling, licking, driving me wild. Her tongue fluttered, those delicious, hot tingles racing to my pussy.My cunt clenched. Juices dribbled down my thighs to my bunched up panties. I shuddered, savoring every wet lick, every soft. If so, Sally saw no evidence of it. As far as she knew, she ran the only dog-fucking business in town.So why was her customer list shrinking?She put that question to Ann one morning over the phone."I wouldn't worry about it," said Ann. "All businesses have their ups and downs, even the dog-fucking business. I suppose I should have told you that when I first got you started. Well, never mind. I do have a customer for you this morning, though. She's a friend of mine. She owns a beauty parlor. I'm... I'm—““I know,” she cut him short, her voice consoling and understanding. “I've always known.”“You did?” Charles said before he snorted his nose. Renewed tears swelled in his eyes as he looked into his wife's joyous face. “All these years and you didn't mind?”“Of course not, I married the whole package, the whole Charles.” She smiled happily. “Why would it bother me? It doesn't make you a different person. And you are the one I fell in love with, not some silly ideal you've been.