I feel Becky’s tongue pressing against me, gently probing for access. I could ask Becky for more footage but I’d only just met her, besides where is the fun in that? xnx It was the smallest bedroom but turned into a communal toilet. You fucking think? I lay there thinking I have to reassess my life goals because, being unwashed, unkempt and brushing my teeth in urine was never part of my life plan. How I am going to shit. I had coffee, a slice of what may have been shit flavoured toast, and after thirty minutes, Becky still hadn’t shown her face. Not even bothering to dress, I make my way to the kitchen, stopping by the sofa to see how it fared. “Ready, shit pig?”
“No! “Think you need washing down, babe,” and with that, I hose her down, scuddy brown trails moving over her
