You called me anxious as you just got home, drenched and soaked from the intense downpour of torrential rain that poured on you as you left work. You took your clothes off and remained in your undies and noticed that there was a slew of tire tracks inside. It had happened again – your gaping asshole was still leaking runny shit ever since I had you fist fuck yourself for the first time last night. Your mind now begins to travel and you worry that maybe this was there all day while you were at work and your colleagues may have noticed something. You go into an intense panic concerned that you may be laid off from your job and in this pandemic you just cannot afford to fuck things up at work. I calm […]