“I lied. I'm quite the humanitarian you know. Last chance. Shit for mommy?” After another small silent pause, Cindy slowly shakes no while shivering violently Isobel raises amateur up the flat ceramic stone, smiles, and drops it from above her head all the way down onto Cindy's enormous tortured sacks. There is no sound, the fleshsacks completely cushioned the stone's landing. “MMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Cindy yells through the gag. There's no way the woman outside didn't hear. Pink milk with lines of red squirts all over Isobel's feet. “Jesus girl. You sure you OK? If you strain too hard you'll rupture your guts!” Sounded from outside. The large solid brown sphere of shit gapes Cindy's poor ring too the max. It would look bright red from the strain if not completely surrounded by a splatter of liquid shit. Isobel raises her right foot forward, freezes, thinking, then steps both feet down on the ceramic plate, bearing her indian entire body weight on the destroyed webcam breasts. The screams of murder ring out from under Cindy's gag. Chunky thick shit spews from her backside like soft-serve chocolate ice-cream, solid caramel chunks and melted hot fudge sauce. Margaret's face recoils at the smell with an untold expression. The warm muck slowly piles up, ridiculous blarty sharting sounds amplified by the tube. Isobel furiously rubs her pussy to a soundless squirting orgasm as the brown sludge quickly fills up to about halfway. The mistress steps back off the plate, as not to completely sever Cinder's breasts – her legs quaking from her sadistic immoral orgasm. But it's not done. Isobel Fingering pulls Cindy's upper body up, slowly lifting the crushed deflated teats out from under the ceramic plate. The broken tits droop. With that same motion she is lifting the chubby shit-tank's ass up, right onto the tube, so Cinderbell is sitting right on top of Margaret's piped-stuffed breeding-hole. Isobel hugs her with one hand while punching her in the gut voyeur with her other. The entire wide cylinder resumes being filled in blasts, then the stream starts again, filling it to the brim with thick, dense impacted stool – and Cindy can now no longer stop. She just keeps shitting, overflowing it, letting out her own guttural moans as her belly deflates. Yet soon, as the room is silent, Isobel drops Cinderbell down, and the 3 listen to her promptly piss herself in response. Yellow liquid seeps almost silently down her spandex. Cindy's poor asshole remains in a huge gape. Isobel looks down into it, the fluorescent light shining down into the disgusting hole, showing no sign of it being empty. “Hey! You OK? What the hell did you catch, the ebola equivalent of food poisoning?” Isobel's voice is still jittery after her deeply perverse orgasm “Uuuah-uah. .aha. There was a screech of gears as the mechanism creaked to a halt. She had such a wild look in her green eyes. Once Adam sat down, Phil knew the inevitable was coming, and figured he’d save the council the anticipation. “We’ll be around if you change your minds.” A book in her lap and not many people in the shop at this time of the day. “We need to find you something to wear.” “Look pretty, sissy.” The shot was taking its toll, and I could feel a pulsing through my body whenever she called me that. We thanked him and began walking towards the room that Dakota was supposed to be in. First, we had to take the elevator up to the second floor then we had to look for room 212. But I highly doubt that, I'm not that attuned. I smiled at her as she walked by and took a chaise lounge close to me. 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