A skirt suit and heels huh. Trying to raise the tonehere are you. I'll have to start dressing up. Can't have my former maleboss showing me up. Wouldn'...t be right." Thanks Jen, but you're making me blush again, so back to work eh."She laughed waggled her fingers at me and headed out.The week flew by. With a few minor disasters that we managed to pull back Ididn't have time to worry about things. Using the mirror to touch up mymakeup seemed completely natural and apart from a couple of slightly. “Stroking and fucking, those are my main demands.”"How often do you do that?"“It might be once or twice a week, rarely more or less often than that."She chuckled, reached for the bottle, and poured more wine into my glass. Was that my third refill? A little befuddled, it shook me on looking down, to see my cock pointing strongly upwards."God, it must be the wine." My voice sounded a little slurred. I really wasn't used to wine drinking in any quantity.She smiled, leaned into me and before her. She only saw the polite, courteous, high achieving college guy I was. Kind and generous. Witty. Funny. Caring towards others. And most importantly towards her. This was all true. And yet it did not tell the whole story. As we sat together on the couch watching TV, smiling, cuddling, and chatting inane nonsense, all I could think of was how badly I wanted to fuck Natalie in her ass. To spread her ass cheeks wide open, as wide as they would go, and stare into her secret, shameful hole. Her most. Her turds were labour of love for her. Like her baby. She'd very slowly slice them in small pieces and feed her lesbian lovers. Like a mother feeding her loving baby some delicious candy. Sometimes, she directly defecated in her lovers' mouth and in such cases, she'd take ages to prepare her lovers to receive her filth. She'd kiss them passionately, spit a generous amount of saliva in their oral cavities and then line the walls of mouth with her fingers. At times, she'd use her pussy juices to.