"Smell how erotic my mound is and how wet it's making you, little slave." She pushed her toes gently into my soaking hole causing my engorged clit to ...stiffen further. I followed her instructions, quickly disappearing into a sensual mist of desire. It had been so long since I was fucked and satisfied, her toes seemed like a godsend; a heavenly fucking treat for my ailing horny body. The woman on the other side of the room giggled shyly as she switched her vibrator off. I continued to breathe in. She realized then Mark Rutherford must know more about her than she thought. Although she hadn’t broken any laws literally, she still knew a lot about Rob’s operation and the crimes he had committed. She held the answers to a lot of unsolved crime in the city. Apparently both Rob and Mark Rutherford knew that. That in itself was a reason for Trinity to be nervous. When the knock came at her door, at first, she didn’t know what to do. She knew it had to be the cop. Trinity knew if he stayed in. The wharf wench would laugh at her friend from a viewable yet safe distance as she watched her expel the brown poopie logged water and heard her spastic airy loud farts as ‘Childs Play,’ humiliated her friend. Emma.Full from a three douche bag enema of a peculiar kind, but an enema all the same which was bound to have the same explosive assured results no matter how hard Emma tried not to rid herself of the Enema.“I need to go. Take me potty,” Hermione begged the motherly wench in the long. My penis was just starting to fill with blood. I might have been uncertain but it was more than willing. I was standing naked in the bright office light with a clear view through the exterior office to the hallway as she approached me. She kissed me lightly a few brief moments. And then lightly lead me by the arm to a chair beside the desk where she had me sit down. I sat back the way she wanted me to, with my butt at the front and my shoulders touching the back and my head tilted back. I heard.