“My dick fancies a change of scenery,” he whispers all charm and seduction. I felt like I had dumped rotting garbage in a natural beauty spot. Then his cock slips out, and he rubs against my arsehole. “Masturbating in my own shit, darling,” she replied sweetly. Well, mine is. Thing is it’s £600 for maybe an hour’s work, where I just fuck a girl in the ass. Danielle, who ran a small photographic studio and had an endless supply of overweight guys (no fat shaming, Judes) with a camera to hide behind, was always saying, ‘just show a little bit more babe, and there will be a bit more cash for you’, in her Danish accent. I downloaded a free clip too.” Next, I will be asking for a pat on the head and a lump of sugar. I wait. Becky spluttered and coughed. There are even a couple of cute guys parked up alongside me trying to get my attention, all cock and no brains. Oh, while I’m shitting, I’m reading a magazine or something like it’s a normal thing to do. “And what will I be doing while you are smearing?”
Becky fixes me with a calculating look.
