Please don't shit, Erica.Erica arrived soon after my silent plea. She shit too. After she left, I puked up a little of their combined shit into my mou...th a couple of times, but clamped my mouth closed each time and choked it back down.I smelled dinner cooking again. Darcie came up to me, but didn't use me. She just took that strap and slapped me about four or five times in a row, from side to side, back and forth."Why are you punishing me, Mistress Darcie?" I begged."No reason," she shrugged. "I. An NBI report, a police clearance, the birth certificates for both Ganda and Muriel, the annotated marriage agreement which notes the official annulment, a copy of the passport pages for Ganda and Muriel ... it all had to be right.Through it all Ganda cooks my meals and I must confess amazement – Ganda is a world class cook. She has a deft hand and everything she makes is beyond good. I am going to marry a beautiful, sexy, compliant, fun, woman who also is happy to wash and iron my clothes and. I pressed her belly below the navel and inserted my hand inside. It was like me entering in a golden den.She suddenly opened her jeans button and my hands eased a bit. We both were still in kissing mode. Now my hands were free, so I moved it around her panty. My god, it was wet. As soon as I touched her clit above her panty, she took a deep breath, but we kissed again. This continued for 5 more minutes.I always had a desire for my first sex in the shower. I lifted her and took her to the. Wanna get in?" he responded with an embarrassed smile."Great," Mallory replied and as soon as she did, the electric click of the door lock popped. With a quick look around, Mallory slipped into the passenger seat. "Go down to the next light and turn right, okay?"As they pulled away from the curb, Mallory couldn't believe how easily that went. She'd felt exposed leaning into his car like that. It was the classic pose of the working girl and she'd seen them doing it countless times before. She.