I turned the sink on to an annoying drip that echoed off of the concrete walls, as I left shutting the door behind me. I sat in the office watching the monitors showing the remote HD cameras I had put in and adjusted them to get the best possible angles. Jamie was still crying, and now you could see a gay different look on her face, straining to hold back the tide of water she had drank. The dripping water from the sink making it harder and harder to avoid. Finally the dam broke, the golden yellow urine began to flow, some squirting toward the floor, the rest running down her thighs making her pale flesh glimmer. But I soon saw that the straining look on her face wasn't only from trying to hold back her need to urinate but to retain something else. The intrusion of my middle finger must have jarred something loose, because the camera behind her showed her tiny ass hole expand and expel a rather large turd onto the floor. Her blowjob face was anal bright red from embarrassment and crying. I sat there and just laughed thinking there is voyeur a scat freak out there somewhere that will pay dearly for that. I barged in the room public shouting “Fabulous baby, fabulous!” like a movie director. She was not amused. I freed her from the restraints, she rubbed her sore wrists. “On your knees, we have another movie request” I ordered. She looked at me disgusted but complied kneeling down in a puddle of her own piss. “Good. Now open your mouth and don't close it if you want to keep all those pretty teeth.” She looked up at me and opened wide as I stood in front of her freeing my cock. She must of thought I was going for a blowjob. After a few electric moments, she blurted out. We started to cuddle and kiss each other, but that soon changed into a fury of groping fondling and teasing. While he was moaning and convulsing and spewing his juices, I was stroking his back and cheeks and rubbing my soft cock on his crack. Come over here and I'll tell you a secret." I had to ignore them and concentrate on my game otherwise Jon would have thrashed me in more ways than one, although there was one time when I went flying and ended up on my stomach with my legs wide open giving the little audience a great view. He had public a kindly, gentle, fatherly face. That’s your choice. He picked up her purse and took out her drivers license with the name Abigail Miller, and she was twenty-one years old. I woke up next to my mother. They slowly rose to their feet, stretching their gay legs from having been kneeling. I pulled back until only the tip of my dick remained gripped in her tight asshole. We hurried down the hallway, leaving behind that strange scene. The dealer raises a video camera, films the pot and then points it at Ron. We had begun to experiment with bondage with me giving her a whip and slapping, we had quite a collection of toys, l would often call her my slut bitch; blowjob my sister would do whatever l wanted her anal to do. Their bedroom door was a third of the way open, and he saw Kate’s voyeur silhouette. Never did she mention wanting to have sex with him. “Oh my god, Flora!” Tera screamed, pulling me into her arms. The two finalists also made it clear that they were open to that. He had the perfect lover. We could get in trouble doing this . . . “So, what, even after everything, am I no good?” Kelly challenged, giving Stephanie a playful pout. "Sarah'll snap you in half like a twig!" Girl 2 started and managed to get all of us to the other side and back but she had the advantage of being the biggest of us all. I nudged my clit. "Aside from what you've seen in porn."