My body trembles slightly as I feel my own sensitivity. I imagine you’re standing behind and me and I drop the sponge, leaving my fingers… your fi...ngers to explore. I squeeze my breasts, pinching my nipples firmly. It feels so good and I continue to massage my right breast as my right hand slips between my pussy lips and the wetness from the shower, quickly becomes the wetness inside my little love hole. My clitoris isn’t hiding either - she’s like a firm little button begging to be toyed with,. I had to have a taste and took her turd into my mouth like a cock and held it there letting it melt like chocolate.It was fairly bitter with just a touch of sweetness and slightly grainy.Again Joanna softly sighed and her hands were in her lap seemingly to be ever so slightly stroking her mound.I doubt if she was concious of it.The taste of her poop really had me going now and I was afraid I would cumm any second.I removed my hand from my cock so I could hold out longer and began in earnest to. " Honest, Marshal, it was just a joke. I had a bet with my friends that I could get the drop on ya." Well, suppose I let 'em pay ya off while y'all spend the night in jail. That sound fair to ya, Ezra?" Yep, it shore do. Come on, let's go!"Later, at the marshal's office/jail, the conversation turned to the escapees. "Those two nearly killed my deputy when they escaped. They coldly beat the shit outa him long after he couldn't have stopped 'em from escapin'. He's goin' to be laid up fer weeks.. ‘I could probably do it quicker with practice.’ I blurted out before I realised that it sounded like boasting. Clint and Karen looked at each other. ‘How quick?’ Clint asked. ‘For the street? Maybe five minutes.’ ‘Okay. Go and practice and rehearse the extras at the same time.’ The director said. I trotted off, oblivious to the frantic signalling that was going on between the two I had left and three or four other people nearby. *** Interviewer: So you had no idea what was going on? KC: Same.