I wondered why such a professional looking person was in a club like this. "So, you're the new toilet," she said as she turned and looked into my bowl. "Oh my, it's you!" her surprise was met by my own. Standing above me was my 11th grade English teacher, Ms. Stone. "Oh you poor, poor kid. I can't believe it's you in there." She looked genuinely concerned, but then her eyebrow shot up, and she became dubious. "I guess it makes sense, you never were a high achiever. I just thought you weren't interested in school, though seeing where you are now, I suspect you're just an idiot. That's too bad." I was shocked at her words. Ms. Stone was absolutely gorgeous indian in the most terrifying of ways. All the boys at school wanted a night with her, but none of them dared to disrespect her. She was a strict teacher, but she was always kind to me. "Until now, I suppose," I thought as she stared at me. After some time of looking contemplative, she finally spoke, "I've been coming here since I was in high school. I used to be scared to use the toilets, but after I tried it for the first time..." she trailed off, smiling devilishly whilst in thought. "See, I want to use you, but I don't want to use you. If word gets out that I defecate in human toilets, let alone students, then I could lose my job. But, seeing as you have a track record of being a failure, I think you'll likely die before you get released from here. If they ever let you out, that is." I stared at her, processing what she just said. "Fuck it, I drove all the way here..." she started to get undressed. I remember all the nights I jacked off to thoughts of Ms. Stone. Watching her undress should be a dream come true to me. But I was so wrapped up in what she said that I couldn't enjoy the moment. "Was I really going to die here?" The question echoed in my mind. Her words were so harsh that tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't want to die, especially not from being a toilet. My anxiety rose and my heart started beating. Reality set in. Serving women may be a turn on, but what happens when I choke to death on a turd? They'll dispose of my body and all I will have done with my life asian is eat shit. What especially hurt is that my sister knows I could die in here, and she doesn't care. Sure, my sister and I haven't flashing been on great terms growing up, but deep down I still loved her. Even after she shat in my mouth, I still loved her. The fact that she doesn't care if I die stung deeply. I started crying. “God yes,” Christy said, rolling onto her back. What will you do if you have a bad harvest? Chani's breathing kept increasing as her own hands started exploring my body as she pulled me even closer to herself. “I like that. His deputy “Well I have some planting to do and the hedge needs to be trimmed.” She sucked my cock most of the way home and was thrilled when I told her about the young couple in a pickup next to us at the stoplight, intent on watching her. “That’s why you didn’t want me to touch you?” 'Oh, shit!... Still chuckling, he looked around, and saw that the rest of the team aside from him and Kayla had also gone. “But it's a start. “Daddy, Daddy, fuck her!” Sam moaned, her hips wiggling from side to indian side. You can't leave Amy and me alone!" Buck held her suspended off the ground as Roy tied her wrist pulling them up and out from her body tying them to the same two trees that her ankles were tied. I nodded. You must have put it in when you were going through our nightstand, now I'm wishing I had watched. I mean there's nothing wrong with that the only problem is Master Thomas. She kept her breathing slow and deep as she remembered the battle...the unyielding grip of AntRoid mandibles on her flashing wrists and ankles...the battlefield vanishing as darkness and numbness overtook her. I couldn't spill a drop of my pregnant sister's asian piss. She looks desperate, rubbing her thighs together to try to induce enough friction, to no avail.