It was Brenda. She said, hey you are hot in person, sure you don't wanna talk tonight? By now I was buzzed and crazy horny. I sent her my number and s...aid text me. She texted and said....what room are you in? I sent her my room number and was waiting for a reply when I heard a knock on the door. My dick instantly got hard. I opened the door and she walked in. Brenda; Plug my phone up! its almost dead.Me; ooh pushy!Brenda; I'm security what did you expect?Me; LOLWe sat down on the bed and. . it was that smirk still spread across his face. This time, he wore a dark black robe, tied at the waist. What? Why are you doing this? Who are you.. she stopped and looked back to the restraints along her. Why are you doing this to me? she asked breathing heavily and nervous still, shaky even as she hadnt a clue what was going on. Laughing, he looked to her and shook his head as he continued to laugh. Youll never know. he continued more until that of a slamming sound escaped from what. I‘ve been eating shit for over 50 years ago since I was about 10 years old and shortly afterwards I ate shit from anybodies arse who would shit in my mouth, of course I would drink piss from a cunt or cock to flush the shit down my toilet throat. My preference is to eat shit from a woman but shit has the same wonderful taste whichever gender provides it. My first wife (she's dead now) always said if I was to fuck her arse I would have to eat her shit afterwards, I never argued because I loved. Thrusting her natural cock into her cunt, she pushed her shirt up and toyed once more with her lush breasts. The hairs of her sex were slicked with the wet juice that the corn kept devouring to her body. Strands of the corn’s hair, mixed with her pubic ones, making her pussy feel as if a lover’s curls caressed her. She felt the orgasm building up inside her, she forced the vegetable deeper, letting it hit the bone in her pelvis, ‘Ohhh fuck yes, my beauty,’ she called out as she fucked herself.