Your cock, rock hard now teased the wettness between my thighs. I shifted to allow you better access, but you leaned forward, encased my neck with you...r strong hands and whispered in my ear. "Are you a good little cunt?" Yes sir," I whispered."Are you my good little cunt?" Yes sir."And with that you drove you hard cock inside me. Filling me with such pleasure i came immediately. You hands still around my throat, your body pressed into me, i quivered with such delight. You fucked my like an. She was still pushing out more and more shit, and it started to fill my hands... obviously, she hadn't taken a shit for two days indeed. After maybe a minute, she was done, and a nasty, big brown mass of shit laid there on my hands. At least, no shit had gotten onto the book...Janet relaxed, obviously being done, and her asshole closed.Suddenly, I got an idea. This girl wanted to play, so why didn't I play a game, too? I lifted my shit-fulled hands up to her ass, covering her ass in her own. She gave me a deep, sensuous French kiss before I could answer."Too many wet dreams," I said. "I'm not getting enough sex lately." Ooooh," she breathed. "We'll have to do something about that." She dropped her hand to the bulge in the sheet where my cock was, the tip already wet with pre-cum. "You really aren't getting enough sex," she said. "I was afraid last night would've worn you out." Baby, it didn't even start to tire me," I said, putting my arms around her. I set my hands on her buttocks. She nervously picked it up. Mr. Jones identified himself and told her he was watching her every move from a distance and she had better follow each of his commands precisely if she wished to see her daughters alive again. He instructed her to go to another phone booth, two blocks away. He told her she had only two minutes to get there, and she had better hurry, then hung up. The terrified woman quickly opened the door, and pushed past the leering crowd. "Hey sweetie, where are you going in such.