I was nervous about losing the ability to keep doing this again but the thought of being finally a total slave for real was just too powerful for me a...nd i knew i had to go through with it.A week later i packed up everything, having arranged for all that was left to be sold and the money pout in my account. i gave the keys in to my landlord and set off to the station in a taxi with my small bag which contained just few items and my toothbrush. At the appointed place i waited as instructed and. Cork Shit (Also Known as Floater Shit)Even after the third flush, it's still floating in there. My god! How do I get rid of it? This shit usually happens at someone else's house.Mexican Food Shit (also called Screamers)You'll know it's alright to eat again when your asshole stops burning.Beer drunk ShitThis happens the day after the night before. Normally your shit doesn't smell too bad, but this shit is BAD. Usually there's somebody standing outside to use the bathroom. This kind of shit also. They started to fuck me from both ends making me cry out with pleasure as they made me orgasim, this just made them go harder and faster and I felt my sons friends grab the back of my head and push his cock deep down my throat and explode filling my mouth full of his hot spunk making me drink it all down.Seeing this pushed my son over the edge and he rammed his cock as deep as he could into my pussy and shot his load inside me, I was breathing heavy but they were both still rock hard which just. When I came here, it wasn’t my home, it was a new job and I had no one for moral support. I’m sure divorce is not the same as a death, but it seemed like it at the time.’ ‘Yes. I’m sure it must have. But it’s been six years for you and you seem to have weathered it well.’ ‘I’ve been very cautious. I guess once bitten … twice shy.’ he said slowly. He looked at her and smiled. ‘You seem to have helped me get past that.’ he said more brightly. ‘Well, I’m glad I could be of help … even if I didn’t.