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Me: Yes, Mistress.She: Do you remember on the first day I told you that I wanted to see how far it will go? Today, I am going to test your limit. I will go to the bathroom and you’ll follow me on all fours.Me: Yes, Mistress. (Not knowing what I was agreeing to.)I watched as she packed her ass to the bathroom and sat on it in the reverse. Meaning – her butt faced me.She: Now, you will watch me shit and when I am done I am not using water to clean. You will lick and clean it well. Understood, slave?Me: Yes.. mistress.I could have used my safe word. But I didn’t want to. Not after I had been denied her ass for so long.She: Sit on the commode. Keep your legs together.I did as ordered. Next, my girlfriend sat on my thighs.She: I will shit on your legs and as it falls you separate your legs after taking the fall on your thighs.I felt her pooping. I felt her big warm golden yellow turds falling on my thighs and sense her smooth tight bottom opening and closing. Minutes passed and some effort. Issabella put her hands beneath my blanket and began tickling me playfully, knowing the exact spot where I was most ticklish, which was anywhere from just above my pelvis to half way down my inner thigh. As soon as her fingertips went to work I was helpless, unable to protect myself, totally vulnerable and in fits of laughter. Almost as soon as she started to tickle me the blanket slid off my body onto the floor but apart from fleeting glimpses of my body, I was sure that Issabella was hiding me from the other passengers view. It felt as though I was being sapped of all energy, becoming more tired by the second. To my relief Issabella eventually stopped tickling, wrapping her arms around me, her open mouth pressed against mine, kissing me passionately. As with every time she kisses me, I didn’t care what was going on around us, at that point didn’t want the moment to end but after a few seconds she pulled away before returning to kiss my lips tenderly. As Issabella moved back to sit.
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She had lovely honey-blond hair that came to her shoulders, which was currently tucked into a ponytail, some strands had obviously escaped. Now that she had more of a grip it was time for him to relinquish the arm around her waist he didn’t want to but he knew that he had to.“Do you want to tell me what happened?” He asked softly.A few moments passed and he thought she wasn’t going to answer, but then she did.“You’ll think I’m just a little kid Franky, I feel like I’m a little kid, it’s just so stupid.”Franky was the nickname that his sister had given him since she was little, she only used it at home and no one else other than family knew about it. It’d always sounded cute coming out of her mouth so he’d let it slide. He liked it these days, because, well, he liked everything about his sister, perhaps a little too much.“No I won’t. It’s okay if you tell me,” he paused for a moment and then gazed into her wet eyes. “Is it about Robert?”She looked away, yup, there it is. Robert was.

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