The story of her transformation from a white-collar beauty to a toilet has come to an end.

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Michael enjoyed the intense friction of his penis inside Sandy's vagina. He fucked the women beneath him hard, even if they weren't exactly elegant. Sandy didn't care, as long as she was satisfied. Michael wasn't the best, but he was her boss and treated her well. Besides, as a man in his late thirties, he still had a perfect physique and good skills.

He was about to climax, and she contracted her vagina, urging him to thrust harder. She had already had one or two orgasms and was going to be late for work. If both of them were late, their colleagues would gossip.

Michael's penis began to twitch, then ejaculated a large amount of semen into Sandy's vagina; he held his penis until it slowly shrank inside her. He liked the feeling of touching her afterward. As he expected, his penis slid out perfectly at the end; he actually wanted Sandy to allow him to fuck her ass. He longed to thrust his penis into her anus, but she wouldn't even let Michael lick it.

They were breathing heavily, their little brother and little sister had just separated, and while semen was still flowing from his little brother, his phone rang.

"Hello," he answered. It was his wife calling. Damn, his wife would kill him if she knew he was having an affair with Sandy. Thinking back, how did he end up with his lovely little secretary? He was sure it was his secretary who seduced him. Of course, the fact that he only had sex with his wife once a week was also one of the reasons for his infidelity.

His wife, Patricia, wasn't happy because Michael's mother had called her when she couldn't find him at the office. She didn't like her mother-in-law very much, and Michael knew he'd have to listen to her nagging when he got home. He made a face, thinking how forgetful his mother really was. He'd told her his phone number countless times, but she still couldn't remember.

"Honey, I'll be there when I get home. Yeah, I won't forget the milk. Yeah, I love you too." Michael's voice sounded strange as he said these words, because Sandy was sucking on his little brother. He hung up and stared straight at her.

"I'm sorry," she said. She shouldn't have done that. She took his penis into her mouth while Michael was comforting his wife. “It looks like it wants more of my licking.” He glanced at his watch; his penis was still in Sandy’s mouth.

“Damn it, we have to get back,” he said. They quickly showered, dressed, drove to the office’s underground parking lot, and went back to their respective offices. No one in the parking lot noticed his black SUV, except for one person, the owner of a Cadillac ESV, who smiled, her white teeth particularly striking against her dark face.

As agreed on the phone, Michael went to his mother’s before going home. When he got there, he saw his mother seemingly watching TV, but upon closer inspection, he realized the TV was off. She was just staring.

“Mom,” he called.

She didn’t respond. Maybe she was asleep, he thought. But no, her eyes were open, though very listless.

“Mom,” he called louder.

His mother suddenly jumped up and looked at Michael. He was startled; she seemed quite agile lately. He thought it was all thanks to his neighbor Emma for taking care of him lately. Michael had a good impression of this strong, black woman, and she seemed to like him too. But Michael's wife disliked Emma, finding her bossy. So Michael hadn't had a chance to talk to Emma much. However, they knew more about their relationship than his wife Patricia did, as Patricia frequently visited Michael's mother. Patricia, disliking his mother, rarely came. Patricia called his mother a troublemaker, saying she made Michael revolve around her.

Interestingly, Patricia treated Michael the same way, making him do whatever she wanted. This annoyed Michael, but what could he do? She was his wife.

"Mom, Patricia said you called her. Why didn't you call my cell phone?"

His mother finally turned her attention to him. Her health hadn't been good in recent years, but this year she was walking faster than usual. She said she was lonely, but Michael knew Emma often visited to keep his mother company, so at least she had someone to talk to. He and Patricia would come to see her sometimes, but Patricia didn't like his mother, so she didn't come often.

Patricia disliked Michael's mother, Joan, because she felt there was a competitive relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. He listened to everything his mother said. But from Patricia's perspective, Michael wasn't bad: he earned money, did what she wanted, even their weekly lovemaking. Although Michael wanted more, she had her standards.

"Son, why didn't you call me back? Did you want me to sit here waiting for you all day? I have something very important to tell you."

Although her tone was still loud, Michael thought she must have calmed down. He apologized to his mother for the call. Just then, the doorbell rang.

"I'll go answer it," he said .

It was his mother's neighbor, Emma. She came in, hugged Michael, and then kissed him on the lips. She often did this if Patricia wasn't around.

"Darling," the tall, voluptuous woman called tenderly. Although Michael had just made love with Sandy a few hours earlier, his little brother was now involuntarily erect again.

“Hi, Emma,” Michael replied. Emma wasn’t actually very tall, only 5 feet 6 inches (about 167.5 cm). But she looked incredibly confident, even surpassing his wife in some ways. Her attire was also impeccable—a sharp business suit, high heels, and a professional demeanor—all of which made Emma appear much taller and more imposing than his wife, Patricia, who was 5 feet 4 inches (about 162.5 cm). Emma also possessed an impressive bust; her beautiful, large breasts were something neither his wife nor Sandy could match.

Emma moved across the living room like a gentle breeze to Michael’s mother and whispered something in her ear. His mother stiffened slightly upon hearing this.

“What’s wrong?” Michael asked.

“Honey, nothing,” Emma replied with a wink. “I told you I can arrange time for your mother to get her hair done, if she wants. I guarantee they can get a satisfactory hairstyle; I know your mother definitely needs one.”

Michael noticed his mother was a little annoyed; her once-golden hair was now mostly gray and thinning.

“Mom, why don’t you let Emma help you arrange things? I’m sure you’ll have a good time,” he said.

His mother shifted her chair and replied, “Son, I don’t need you to tell me how to do it.”

“Joan, don’t do that to Michael, he just wants to help you,” Emma said. “Michael, let’s go to the kitchen and make some tea for your mother.”

Michael’s heart skipped a beat. He liked being alone with Emma, even though he knew nothing would happen between them. But Emma’s large breasts still teased Michael. He knew he had to wait a few days until Friday—his weekly lovemaking with his wife. Maybe he could do it with Sandy again tomorrow.

While Michael boiled water, he and Emma spoke quietly as Emma found a place to sit. Michael liked the sight, looking at Emma’s unadorned, chocolate-colored skin and deep cleavage; he was somewhat intoxicated.

“Darling, do you like looking?” Emma asked.

Michael’s face flushed instantly. “What, what do you mean?”

“I can see you staring at my breasts. Do you like them?” she asked, holding up her large breasts.

Michael pursed his lips, unsure what to say.

“Don’t be shy. If you tell me you like them, I’ll let you see them more clearly,” Emma said, unbuttoning the top button.

“You’re so sweet,” Michael replied, trying to control himself. His penis grew hard again. Emma came over and teased his genitals with her fingers.

“I’m telling you, if you show me your little brother, I’ll show you my big boobs.”

Michael was a little confused; he didn’t think he was that attractive to Emma. He bit his lip, unsure of this new development.

The water had boiled, and Emma poured herself a glass and a glass for Joan.

“So, can I see your little brother or do you want to see my big boobs?” Emma said, sitting down next to the two cups of tea and a

pitcher of milk. To get Michael to decide quickly, she unbuttoned another button. Michael slowly reached for his zipper and pulled it down, his penis quickly becoming hard as iron as Emma took off her top, revealing her black lace bra.

She made Michael take off his pants and throw them on the ground before pulling Mimi out of her bra to show him. Michael's penis was throbbing, his eyes fixed on the thick, bottle-like nipple. Then Emma slapped Michael's penis with her firm, dark breasts.

"Your penis is beautiful," she said. "Do you want to ejaculate on my breasts?"

Michael could only nod. Emma continued slapping his penis, the secretions acting as lubricant. Emma played with her nipples, urging Michael to masturbate.

"Yes, ejaculate on me. I want the semen on your penis because I have a place to put it," Emma moaned.

Michael thought Emma wanted him to ejaculate in her mouth because she was licking her lips to tempt him. But actually, just as he was about to ejaculate, she suddenly pushed his penis down. He couldn't stop in time, and the semen shot into the teacup Emma had prepared for his mother.

"Very good," she said, putting her bra back on. He looked at her, completely bewildered by what she was doing. “If you keep it a secret, I promise we’ll have many more games like this,” Emma said mysteriously.

When Michael entered the living room, he saw his mother drinking the tea. Emma looked at him and smiled.

“Do you like this tea, Joan?” Emma asked. “Michael made it for me; he’s a good boy.”

Michael was excited that a woman only ten years older than him called him a boy, but he tried hard not to show it. After that, he seized every opportunity to be with Emma, and he was obsessed with this naughty woman.

He felt very satisfied when he left his mother’s, even though he was a little annoyed because he had ejaculated in his "hahaha" cup.

He hadn’t seen Emma for a week, and then saw her again while weeding on Saturday. Joan always had a lot of things to do for him. He thought that sometimes his mother really was a “troublemaker.”

His mother was in the living room, and Emma led him to the kitchen.

Michael was a little embarrassed. He actually wanted Emma, but the “sperm tea” last time made him a little unsure how to face her. But Emma looked amazing today. She was wearing a white silk bodysuit and a short skirt. Her high heels, combined with her black stockings, made her look incredibly sexy.

He tried to ease the tension, saying, "Anyway, I don't think Mom knows about this yet."

"Like I said, keeping secrets is very important," Emma said, sitting on the table.

Looking at her face, Michael sensed she wasn't just referring to the "sperm tea" incident. He didn't know what she was going to do next.

"Come on, let me help you decide." She took off her top, revealing a black, tight-fitting lace bra. Emma beckoned him, and Michael, as if possessed, went over. She quickly pulled down his pants and underwear, this time taking his penis tightly into her mouth, swirling it around with her tongue.

"This feels so good!" Michael said.

Emma took his penis out and said, "If you want to cum, I'll tell you where to." Her hands were playing with Michael's testicles.

"Emma, that's so perverted," he said.

Emma unhooked her black bra, revealing a pair of large, round breasts and firm, chocolate-colored nipples. He stared, wanting to suckle them. Emma held his penis tightly, moving it up and down.

"If you ejaculate where I say, you can suck on them."

Her hands rubbed his penis, making him unable to think.

"Whatever," he said.

"Okay, then start sucking now, or Mommy will come in."

Michael immediately grabbed his two round breasts and sucked hard, Emma looking very comfortable.

"Baby, good job," she encouraged him as he passionately kissed and sucked her breasts and nipples. "Why don't we finish quickly so Mommy won't be upset outside?"

Emma put his penis in her mouth again, sucking for a while before giving him a nipplejob, his penis throbbing between her large breasts. Just as he was about to ejaculate, Emma picked up the teacup again. Michael

didn't leave until his mother finished her tea. Seeing Emma talking the whole time while his mother only occasionally responded, he wasn't sure if Emma was being mean to his mother. Finally, he decided to leave first, and Emma came out the door to see him off.

“I hope you have a nice day,” she said. “If you have time, I’m sure we can do something else more interesting.” She gave Michael a quick kiss on his left cheek. Emma returned after he left.

She went to the living room and looked down at the woman sitting in the chair.

“Do you like drinking your son’s semen?” she said mockingly.

“Yes, Master,” Joan said humbly.

Continued.

“Very good,” Emma said, then she half-reclined on the bench and pulled up her skirt, revealing no underwear and her crotch covered by thick, black curly hair.

“Why don’t you crawl over here and show me how grateful you are for letting me give you your son’s semen?” she said lazily. “And take off your stupid clothes.”

Joan stood up and took off all her clothes, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath. She was large but not fat. There were many bruises on her breasts and whip marks on her buttocks. She knelt down and slowly crawled to where Emma was sitting, then buried her face between Emma’s thighs and sucked on Emma’s fragrant nipples.

Emma continued to humiliate her, calling her a worthless slut and threatening to make her lick her son's penis and other disgusting things. Finally, she grabbed a ruler and slapped Joan's buttocks hard, leaving even more welts.

Joan groaned in pain, her buttock muscles clenching tightly from the blows, and a cork was stuffed into her anus. Emma clamped her legs tightly around Joan's head, suffocating her until she passed out.

She was awakened by a warm liquid poured over her; she found herself sitting in a cold bathtub, coughing and spitting uncontrollably. When she opened her eyes and looked up, she saw a large gush of foul-smelling urine spraying towards Emma.

“Open your dog mouth, you useless idiot,” Emma said, then urinated into Joan’s open mouth. Joan swallowed the urine as quickly as possible to prevent vomiting.

After she finished urinating, she made Joan stand in the middle of the tub. Then she grabbed Joan’s breasts like handles, pulling and pushing her back and forth. As soon as she let go, Joan fell into the tub full of Emma’s urine and vaginal fluid.

Emma wanted Joan to help her reach another orgasm, and she tried to prevent Joan from fainting again. She made Joan suck on her urine-soaked nylon stockings, and Joan was to carefully suck on each toe. Finally, she took off the stockings and threw them on the ground for Joan to wash, then turned her ass toward the old woman’s face.

She opened her ass and said to Joan, “Start licking, you slut.”

This was the most humiliating thing Joan had ever done in her life. She licked Emma’s hairy anus, which still had small pieces of feces that hadn’t been wiped clean last time. Joan couldn't complain; she just kept licking and licking until her buttocks were completely clean and she could only feel her own saliva.

"Joan, I'll be back tomorrow. Make sure my stockings are washed clean," she said, then straddled the bathtub and urinated on the old woman inside. "And clean yourself up too; you look like a pile of shit."

Afterward, Emma left Joan's house. She had more important plans.

Michael was unhappy because Sandy had taken a sick day on Wednesday and he couldn't get her today. Worse still, his mother kept scolding him for trivial things, and he wondered if it was because she knew about his secret with Emma. He went back twice to ask Emma, but his mother stayed by their side. He had no idea this was Emma's carefully planned scheme, designed to make him frustrated and devastated.

Emma's dissatisfaction with Sandy stemmed from seeing the secretary dare to touch her assets. The fact that Michael was married didn't affect Emma much. She had already planned how to deal with that arrogant bitch, Michael's wife. Now was the time to take that step.

As Michael was about to sit down for lunch, he was surprised to see Emma.

“Honey,” she said, flashing her pearly white teeth, “surprised?”

Michael was indeed very surprised. And she was sitting next to him instead of across from him. It was definitely a surprise.

Emma was wearing a low-cut top that revealed a large expanse of cleavage. She wore calfskin boots that were at least five inches high, and her short skirt showed off her sexy, round buttocks. The skirt was so short that you could see the top of her thighs. Michael immediately got an erection.

“Emma,” he tried to lighten the mood, “what brings you here?”

She said, resting one arm on her hand, “Well, I guess we might have some private time today since your mother got so nosy.”

“Oh, I see,” his heart pounded, and he imagined what she wanted, still trying to appear calm. “But I don’t have much free time besides lunch.”

Emma was getting angry. He was spending time with that skinny, white-chicken secretary, why not her? But she was certain he'd take the bait, especially after the setbacks of the past few days.

"Are you sure you don't have any more time today?" she asked, casually wetting a finger in her cleavage. "I promise I can make it feel like a steal." He thought he could take her to a "secret" motel, the one he'd been to with Sandy.

Having decided, he called a waitress to pay the bill.

"There's a nice place nearby where we can have some time alone," he said.

"Hmm, sounds good."

She took his arm as they left the restaurant, and in the car, she immediately began rubbing his already throbbing erection. At the motel, she pulled him into the room and gave him a passionate kiss.

Her soft lips met his, their tongues intertwining. After a while, she took off her top. Her full breasts were barely concealed by her lace bra. She stood there swaying her hips, her hands lightly resting on her buttocks, displaying her alluring charm.

She was still wearing her boots, and his gaze lingered on her long, stockinged legs. She sat on the edge of the bed and took off her bra, letting her nipples enjoy their freedom. Michael knelt in front of her, sucking on her erect nipples.

"Baby," she said gently, "bite them, ah, yes."

He could even smell her vaginal discharge and eagerly pressed his face against hers. He turned her over and then pulled down her panties. Her thick pubic hair made the smell extremely strong, but that didn't bother Michael. She greedily sucked and licked, trying to find her G-spot with her tongue.

Michael spent a long time licking Emma's vagina. He even explored her anus with his tongue, something he couldn't get from his wife or secretary. He thought it would be great if Emma let him fuck her anus. She had a beautiful, round, firm ass, those big black balls seeming to beg him to fuck them with his penis.

Emma thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of him licking her pink vagina, gently biting and then pulling. He finally brought her to a blissful climax, her juices gushing out and soaking his face. Of course, his little brother was now rock hard, with a strong desire to penetrate Emma's body.

He aimed his little brother at Emma's little sister. She smiled and used one hand to spread her thick labia, helping him smoothly enter her depths.

"Baby, this feeling is so sacred," Emma said, "Why don't you push harder, hurry up."

Michael quickly became excited, his balls slapping against Emma's buttocks. He bent down to suck on Emma's nipples, listening to Emma's filthy words in his ear.

"Hurry up, baby. Do you like fucking my ass with your hard little brother? Can you feel it sliding into my asshole? It's making me poop."

Actually, Emma was really thinking about Michael's wife, who was tied up with a belt and watching Michael insert his penis into her ass. She wanted to make this stupid white woman understand how superior she was. She imagined Patricia being forced to lick Michael's big penis, which was covered in her own poop. She had an extreme fantasy of Patricia beneath her, her feces and Michael's semen spraying onto Patricia's face. She even imagined Patricia drinking her urine and eating her feces.

Michael knew he had to hurry back to the office, but Emma had other plans. She was still erotically imagining Patricia's lovely face covered in her feces. She wondered if there was a chance to get Michael to help her fulfill this wish.

"Michael, you're not leaving so soon, are you?" she said, then lay back down on the bed. "I've only just begun."

"Emma, I don't want to either, but I'm already late and have to get back to the company."

"If you were the boss, no one would mind, right?"

Michael thought for a moment; maybe he could rest for half a day. No one would notice that he hadn't been at work for half a day.

Emma used her long, slender fingers to tickle Michael's scrotum, trying to persuade him to stay. She knelt down and took Michael's penis into her mouth, letting it slowly grow inside. Then she lay up, her hands and knees pressing against the bed, her buttocks swaying back and forth.

“I like the rear-entry position,” she said, “because it allows for deep penetration.”

Michael's eyes were glued to Emma's body, which she was lying there like a puppy, her large breasts almost touching the sheets, her round, brown buttocks slapping incessantly.

He got up and moved behind her, once again seeing her alluring flower that he craved, and then inserted his penis. He began to fuck her with abandon, and she moaned and twisted her hips. But when he was about to penetrate her anus, Emma stopped him.

"Darling, be careful, I've never done this before," Emma lied. "Maybe we can do it next time, okay?"

His fervent response was what she needed. She teased him, promising him a wonderful "ass-fucking" experience next time.

They were both soaked in sweat, and Emma had even more orgasms when he fucked her a second time. She had Michael come over and lick her vulva, then fantasized about him fucking her anus, and when she reached orgasm again, she imagined his mother coming over and sucking his penis, which was still covered in her feces.

End of Chapter 1, Chapter 2 to be updated next time.

Two weeks passed, and Michael hadn't seen Emma. He was constantly being called over by his mother to do this and that, and Patricia had complained repeatedly. In the past two weeks, he'd slept with Sandy and his wife twice each, but he found himself fantasizing about Emma every time.

He called her from his office, but no one answered; he went to his mother's, but she wasn't there either. He wondered if she hated him. He tried asking his mother if she'd seen her, but she was always angry, and he didn't dare ask again. He didn't understand; his mother hadn't been angry when she was with Emma before.

Michael received a call in his office.

"Hello?"

"Honey, hello," it was Emma calling, "Do you miss me?"

Michael's heart skipped a beat, and his penis hardened.

"Yes," he replied, "Where are you?"

"I'm busy," she replied, "but I wanted to see you today. Could you leave early?"

Michael glanced at his schedule; he didn't seem to have much to do that afternoon. Of course, his secretary, Sandy, would notice he was leaving early, but it wouldn't bother him.

"Yes, I should be able to," he said.

“If you come,” Emma said, “you’ll see how worth it.” Her voice was magnetic. “I’m thinking of trying something new right now.”

This excited Michael, who imagined putting his little brother into Emma’s sexy ass.

“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be there,” she said.

Sandy watched him leave without saying anything. He thought Michael probably wouldn’t go and sleep with other women; he had her, his sexy secretary, whom he could have sex with anytime. Maybe so; she wasn’t so carefree.

When Michael arrived at Emma’s place, he parked his car in her garage. This would prevent his mother from seeing them. He was sure his mother wouldn’t let them have sex.

When he went inside, he saw a piece of paper and a glass of water.

The paper read: “Drink this, then go to the bedroom.”

He went into the bedroom and saw an alluring scene. Emma was wearing a red leather bodysuit that accentuated her full breasts and flat stomach. Her nipples were cut open, as if waiting for Michael to suckle. She wore fishnet stockings and five-inch high heels. Michael immediately got hard.

Emma began giving Michael oral sex. She quickly stimulated his penis, and he enjoyed it with his eyes closed. The instant he ejaculated, Emma caught his semen in a cup and quickly hid it.

When he opened his eyes, he found Emma lying on the bed again, her legs spread, revealing her hairy genitals.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

He didn't need to ask a second time; Michael quickly took off his clothes and knelt down to lick her vulva, her thick, juicy flesh.

After reaching an orgasm, she said, "Why don't you fuck me?"

She rolled over, spreading her legs, and he eagerly inserted his penis and began thrusting. Emma moaned greedily, which aroused Michael. Her tight corset made her buttocks appear even rounder.

"How is it, is it good?" she asked. "I want you to put your penis in my ass."

He hesitated, hoping she wasn't just saying it.

“I really want to do this, why don’t you try? Take it slow, you don’t want to hurt me, right?”

“Yes, I don’t,” he said. This was his long-held sexual fantasy, and he would agree to whatever she said.

“Then put it in,” she said, spreading her anus. “Take it slow.”

Michael put his penis into the hairy anus and began to thrust. Her sphincter muscles stimulated his penis. Michael had thought it would be difficult to enter, but her open anus was just enough to cover his penis.

“It feels so good,” she moaned. “Fuck my anus harder, harder.”

Michael quickly reached orgasm, and when he pulled out his penis, he was disappointed to find it covered in dirty feces and semen. Emma fantasized about him putting it in Patricia’s mouth. He didn’t notice Emma taking two dirty pairs of underwear to wipe his penis clean; nor did he notice Emma’s smirk as she looked at the feces-stained underwear.

Michael wanted to wash his penis and then urinate, but Emma stopped him.

“My toilet is broken, just pee in the bucket next to it, and I’ll clean it up.”

“Oh, do you need me to take a look?”

“No, honey, I’ve called someone to come over in a bit,” she said.

Michael checked his watch and realized it was late; he didn’t have time to shower, so he rinsed his penis with the tap and peed in the bucket.

After Michael got home, Emma opened the closet door in her bedroom. Joan, Michael’s mother, was inside, naked and bound.

“Did you like the show?” she asked.

Joan couldn’t speak because of the gag in her mouth, but she shook her head vigorously. She was in pain because she had been bound for hours. Her sagging breasts had turned blue from being tightly bound with rope; a plug, ten inches long and nearly three inches wide, was squeezed tightly into her anus, making her feel like her intestines were about to spasm; two sharp clamps were clamped onto her nipples, which were already bleeding. Emma grabbed Joan's hair and dragged her to a tarpaulin in the living room, then untied the ropes.

She released Joan's gag and said, "I promise you're thirsty, aren't you?"

Joan didn't speak; she was used to drinking Emma's urine, but she knew today she had prepared something else for her.

She was right. Emma put a sealed funnel over Joan's mouth and poured the urine from Michael's bucket into it.

"Drink, you bitch," Emma said. She pulled on the clamps on Joan's nipples, forcing Joan to drink the liquid from the bucket in pain. Finally, Joan finished it all. Emma said, "I hope you enjoy drinking your son's piss, you slut."

Emma inserted her fingers into Joan's swollen genitals, the wound from shaving her pubic hair with a dull knife that morning. Joan's genitals were dry, but Emma had a solution. She removed the gag from Joan's mouth and showed her the two pairs of dirty underwear she'd worn earlier.

"I wore these underwear for a week, and they're still covered in my poop and your son's semen. I prepared them for you," Emma said, grabbing Joan's mouth and shoving the underwear back in.

"If you dare spit it out, I'll beat you to death, understand? You stupid cow?"

Joan glared at Emma, but she didn't spit out the underwear, because Emma had beaten her half to death earlier, and it had taken her several days to recover. She watched as Emma put on a black, foot-long dildo. Emma thought about using it on Patricia someday, and then, hahaha…

Joan felt excruciating pain, her mouth stuffed with the dirty underwear, wanting to vomit, her stomach churning because she had just drunk a large bucket of urine, and her intestines were spasming from the plug. But what she found most unbearable was the pain in her genitals, being penetrated by Emma with an enormous dildo.

Emma, however, reached orgasm several times in succession. Finally, she removed the dildo to rest, giving Joan a chance to catch her breath.

Emma took off her tight leather outfit and put on a cute white silk top that only reached her waist, then removed her stockings and boots, changing into a pair of white high-heeled sandals. Of course, she wasn't wearing underwear.

She went to the kitchen to make some food, then returned to the living room with coffee, sat on the sofa to watch TV, and used Joan as a footrest. She untied the ropes binding Joan's breasts, which had been pinched black, and then stepped on them with her heels.

After watching TV, she tied Joan's arms with rope, threw her onto a bench, and then tied her legs until she couldn't move at all.

"I have some new plans," Emma said.

She stuffed a hollow gag into Joan's mouth; the gag was so large that it made Joan's jaw creak. Joan thought Emma was probably going to urinate in her mouth again.

Then Emma straddled Joan's face and said, "My asshole is a bit dirty from being fucked by your son today, why don't you use your useless tongue to lick it clean?"

Joan felt waves of nausea; the hairy asshole was covered in feces and semen, and the smell was unbearable. Joan decided not to lick her asshole, but she was wrong. Emma began kicking Joan's stomach wildly with her high heels. "I can kick you all night, so you'd better stick out your filthy tongue and lick my asshole before you bleed."

Emma then whipped Joan's already injured genitals. Finally, Joan couldn't bear it any longer and had to accept licking her asshole.

Joan stuck out her tongue and licked Emma's filthy asshole until Emma checked it with a mirror and found it clean enough.

"After all this time, I have something new for you now," Emma said with a smug smile.

Joan watched in horror as Emma's anus opened and closed, then a long, thick spurt of feces squeezed out and landed squarely in Joan's mouth. Joan was powerless to stop it.

After Emma finished defecating, Joan's face was covered in brownish-yellow filth. She tried not to swallow the feces. But when she saw Emma come out of the kitchen with a pair of rubber gloves, she knew she was done for.

She was right. Even though she was on the verge of vomiting, Emma still shoved a huge clump of feces into her mouth. Then Emma pinched her nose, forcing her to swallow all the feces, or she wouldn't be able to breathe. Tears rolled down Joan's cheeks, but Emma experienced the strongest pleasure of her life. The only thing more pleasurable than this was Joan eating her feces while her son Michael was having sex with her.

Afterward, Emma untied the woman's ropes, wrapped her in a tarpaulin, and threw her into the backyard. It was dark and cold outside, but Emma just left her there, naked and covered in excrement, to go back on her own.

"After all, I don't want you, all filthy, to dirty my living room," Emma said.

Then, Emma went back to her bedroom and orgasmed several more times through masturbation. (

Continuing from the 45th floor...)

These past few weeks, Michael has been spending more and more time with Emma. Patricia sensed that Michael wasn't interested in sex on Fridays, "sex day," but of course she didn't say anything. Hopefully, he was tired of this "moralistic" lovemaking routine, and he started frequently not coming home. Interestingly, she would be very upset and angry if she found Michael sleeping with Sandy, but she didn't mind Emma. She was a little annoyed that Michael spent so much time with his mother every week; she didn't like his mother, so she never went with him.

Emma often masturbated Michael and then let him ejaculate in his "hahaha" cup, and slowly he seemed to be enjoying it. He was tired of his mother's constant nagging and scolding, but he didn't dare say anything. Only Emma understood him. Emma even convinced him that his mother was maliciously trying to create conflict between him and Patricia.

In fact, Emma had convinced him of many things. Now they made love frequently, and she also made Michael do some rather perverse things. Of course, nothing too extreme, but she always made him urinate in a cup, thinking it would excite Emma. And it did, of course, when she saw Michael's mother drinking that urine. Emma also often squeezed Michael's semen inside her into that cup and made Joan drink it.

Now Emma often defecated in Joan's mouth, and she found that Joan couldn't accept it. Joan had accepted her bondage, beatings, the use of a dildo, and other forms of humiliation. But she couldn't accept her defecating in her mouth. Emma always punished her severely if she vomited in Emma's backyard. Emma often wrapped Joan in a tarpaulin and threw her in the backyard after defecating. On the first night, after Emma left, Joan vomited there.

After Emma used her as a toilet, her face would be covered in filth, and it would take a long time to clean it off. Emma had noticed Joan's growing resentment, but Joan was powerless to stop it.

Michael was oblivious to these developments, but he found his mother becoming increasingly irrational, constantly picking fights and verbally abusing him. Meanwhile, Emma was leading him down a path of sexual perversion through her lewd whispers during their lovemaking. They would watch SM films together, and Michael would reach orgasm when some women were being abused or eating other women's feces.

Emma's biggest dream was to have a living toilet, finding white women to be her permanent, fixed toilets. She knew Joan was too old and wouldn't last long, but that didn't stop her from using Joan for practice.

Of course, her mother was completely unaware that Michael was forced to watch him and Emma's lovemaking from inside the closet. After he left, Joan was always forced to eat his semen, urine, and Emma's filth. Joan was already very familiar with the taste of Michael's semen and urine, as well as the taste of Emma's vagina and anus.

Afterward, Joan was always tied up and thrown on the floor of Emma's living room, where Emma would defecate in her mouth. Joan tried her best not to swallow it, but Emma always managed to get her to eat large amounts of dark feces. The most recent time Michael left, Joan was tied to a closet, roped up and barely able to breathe. Emma had plugged her vagina and anus, and she could feel herself struggling to breathe, almost to the point of unbearable discomfort. Since Emma had subjected her to this series of tortures, Joan's heart condition had deteriorated.

Although Patricia and Sandy were unaware of the affair between Michael and Emma, Sandy began to wonder why Michael had become so perverted. Today he wanted to try something he'd just seen in a pornographic film, of course, he couldn't do it with his wife. While not particularly perverted, she knew Patricia only knew the "missionary" position and would definitely not agree to do these things with him.

After loosening his tie, he said to Sandy, "I want to tie you up and spank you."

Actually, he'd rather tie her up and have Emma spank her, but he was afraid that would expose his affair with Sandy, and he figured Sandy wouldn't agree to a threesome. Of course, Emma knew all of this and had secretly taken pictures of it all.

"Michael, this is so perverted," Sandy said. Actually, Sandy had absolutely no interest in any of this, but she would try to adapt.

"If you don't want to play, then forget it," Michael said.

"No," she said with a smile. Michael was his long-term meal ticket, and she didn't want to mess with him. "We can try, but don't hit too hard."

Michael tied Sandy's arms behind her back, then pressed her to the ground and began experimentally slapping her. She trembled slightly but didn't complain.

Michael didn't know how to arouse Sandy's desire and then intensify his abuse, like in the movies he watched. But he found that Sandy really had no interest in this, and after he had spanked her until her buttocks were bright red, Sandy stopped. Michael stopped hitting her, but instead of untying her, he threw her onto the bed and started fucking her from behind. Sandy finally got excited, and Michael became even more excited looking at her red, bruised buttocks. This time they had a great time, but the only regret was that he ejaculated too quickly.

Then he untied Sandy, who seemed unsatisfied and continued to suck his penis in her mouth. After getting hard, Sandy sat on top of him, and they started having sex again. However, neither of them noticed that a hidden camera in the room had recorded everything.

Emma knew they had sex there every week and had already installed a hidden camera in that room. The "scandalous photos" she had collected were enough to blackmail them. But Emma actually enjoyed watching these videos; Sandy was practically a prostitute. Emma found it amusing how Michael clumsily led Sandy step by step into this sexually deviant game.

Emma thought that once Michael was hers, she would make Patricia do anything he, or whatever they wanted. Meanwhile, she watched these videos and reached orgasm while Michael was giving her oral sex.

“Lick it all, you useless dog slave,” Emma cursed.

Joan was shoved into a tight-fitting plastic bodysuit by Emma—it was really, really tight. But Emma didn’t care. As she put the bodysuit on Joan, she used two enormous dildos to plug Joan’s vagina and anus. Joan’s nipples were exposed, now squeezed purple by the rubber ropes. Emma was torturing her with a special instrument, stretching her nipples to a length of three inches.

Joan was tortured by Emma until Emma reached another orgasm, her juices flowing continuously from her pink little hole.

“Lick it all up, you slut,” Emma said to Joan.

After Joan finished licking, Emma made her give her oral sex until she reached two more orgasms, when the poor old woman’s tongue was completely numb and powerless. Then Emma urinated into her mouth, making Joan hold it in her mouth for a minute before swallowing. Joan did all this, hoping Emma wouldn’t make her eat shit again.

Emma had no urge to defecate, but instead, she took a rattan cane and whipped Joan's nipples until they swelled up and were covered in bloody welts. Then she whipped Joan's buttocks, leaving them similarly covered in bruises. Emma finally tired herself out and allowed Joan to go home, but only naked.

After Joan left, Emma sat down at her computer and began working on her new plan. She had finally found some people who could make what she wanted, though finding them wasn't easy due to the nature of the service. Of course, they weren't necessarily trustworthy. But Emma had decided to take the gamble because the pictures on their website astonished her; they were exactly as she had imagined. Looking at the pictures, Emma ejaculated three times.

Of course, she couldn't contact them directly; she could only leave all her information on their website, and they would contact her later. This was normal, as it wasn't something that could be made public. Emma began sending them all her ideas. Emma smiled—what a bright future!

Emma didn't pay much attention, however, and two weeks passed without a response from the company. She'd been doing well lately, constantly having sex with Michael and abusing his mother. Her control over Michael had deepened, and she'd even managed to make him dislike his mother through whispering in his ear.

Patricia was glad Michael had started complaining about his mother's nagging; she thought that would stop him from going to her so often, but that didn't happen. Patricia already disliked Joan, and the time Michael spent with her only fueled her resentment.

Friday night arrived, and Patricia straightened her clothes while looking in the mirror, preparing to leave. She sighed, thinking that tonight she'd have to fulfill her wifely duties again. Actually, Patricia was very beautiful, a 36C cup, a round, perky bottom, and a perfect figure. Her shoulder-length golden hair and light brown eyes gave her an air of haughtiness, as if she looked down on other women. This was also why she didn't like sex. Other women did, but she was better than them, and she didn't want to be like them, a whore. She only had sex because it was a wife's duty, and she was a good wife.

For some reason, Michael's mother invited Michael and Patricia to dinner, which greatly surprised Patricia. Her mother was getting old and rarely drove anymore, so they had to pick her up first.

When they arrived at Joan's place, Patricia became very unhappy. She hadn't expected their family dinner to include that bitch neighbor, which was intolerable.

"I thought it was just your mother," she whispered to Michael while they waited for Joan.

"It's okay, she's a good friend. Mom hasn't been out for a while, let's not spoil the mood," Michael replied.

Emma appeared, urging everyone to get into her ESV. She had Michael's wife and mother sit in the back, while Michael sat next to her. By this time, Patricia's face had darkened. She disliked Emma intensely, but had to admit that Emma's arrogant nature made her a little afraid of her. Moreover, Emma's always sexy and glamorous attire only highlighted Patricia's conservative and unchanging nature.

For example, tonight, she was wearing a dark gray, tight-fitting miniskirt, stylish stockings, and delicate high heels, which made Patricia look sloppy in her slippers. Not to mention Emma's fitted jacket and creamy white silk blouse. These made her look more sexy and mature, but made Patricia even more embarrassed.

Dinner was like a tense and boring meeting, at least for Joan and Patricia. Michael and Emma were fine; they chatted and laughed, completely forgetting the presence of two people beside them. Michael might not have noticed, but Emma certainly wasn't; she knew exactly how Patricia felt, and that was exactly what she wanted. She couldn't wait for this bitch to know that Michael belonged to her. And Michael was completely unaware of her true feelings.

While Emma and Joan were in the restroom, Patricia angrily told Michael, "You completely ignored me! You embarrassed me!"

Michael seemed puzzled. "Honey, Emma is our guest. You can't be rude."

Rude? Patricia thought. Well, let's see. Tonight, he won't be able to put that disgusting little dick inside me.

Michael sensed her thoughts, but he found himself completely unconcerned about not having sex with Patricia. He could always go to Emma tomorrow.

"Little Papa seemed unhappy last night," Emma said the next day while watching a new video with Michael.

“You know she hates being called Little Papa,” Michael said. The video was great, especially when Emma was simultaneously stroking her already erect penis.

“Do you like this movie?” Emma asked, while taking his penis into her mouth. “Keep watching.”

Michael watched the video excitedly, Emma pulling him back just as he was about to ejaculate. The movie was about a man abusing his wife, thrusting a chair leg into her vagina, dripping burning candle wax on her nipples, and urinating in her mouth.

With her constant whispering in his ear just as he was about to climax, Emma had planted some exciting elements in his mind. He now imagined Patricia being abused by him and Emma, just like in the movie, the woman also with blonde hair and looking somewhat like his wife. This was one of the reasons Emma showed him the movie.

The climax of the film is when the man, after having sex with his wife's anus, makes her lick his feces-covered penis. He then puts his semen and some feces on a plate and makes his wife eat it. She eats it cleanly and even licks the plate thoroughly afterward. Afterward, the man spits in her face and leaves, leaving her locked in the darkened room.

Imagining Patricia eating feces, Michael becomes increasingly aroused. These thoughts are implanted in Michael's mind by Emma, and they are growing stronger.

As usual, after Michael leaves, Emma drags Joan out of the cupboard. Due to lack of blood circulation, Joan's breasts have turned blue. Emma unties the ropes binding her and takes a cane to beat her. As before, she doesn't beg to eat Emma's feces; this will only result in more and harsher punishment. The amount of her son's semen Joan drinks exceeds the amount any wife drinks from her husband, not to mention the staggering amount of his urine she drinks.

That night, Joan was forced to eat Emma's excrement again, and Emma's dark yellow urine also splattered on Joan's face and body. She continued to whip Joan, sitting on her face with her large buttocks until Joan passed out. When Joan woke up, Emma would sit on her again, making her faint once more. This repeated until Emma was exhausted, then she would urinate on Joan's face before letting her roll naked back to her room.

Patricia was angry with Michael again, and when he went to his mother's, she was helpless. Michael used to treat her very well, doing anything she wanted, but now it seemed he had someone backing him, and his attitude towards her had changed.

Of course, the person she imagined was Emma. Emma was an expert at manipulating people's minds; she made Michael believe that Joan and Patricia were both particularly hateful people. Emma not only threatened Joan to keep cursing Michael, but also subtly controlled Michael's mind to resist Joan. Emma had also made Michael hate his wife; he even considered divorce. When he told Emma about the idea, she strangely thought it was a bad idea.

Two weeks later, Emma still hadn't received a reply from the company. Emma thought that either they hadn't received her message, or they were a scam company. But suddenly one day, she received an email with no return address. She opened it and found it was from the company, along with a CD.

She was puzzled as to how they had found her address, because the email address she had provided was a nearby post office. Never mind, she started reading the letter: "

Ms. Emma Jones,

Thank you for your interest in our products! The accompanying CD contains all the information about our products. Our products are fully functional, but if you require anything not listed in our feature list, please let us know, and we will try our best to meet your needs. Our contact information and product prices are also included on the CD.

We sincerely look forward to serving you.

Sincerely

, [Your Name]

" She was surprised that they actually knew her full name and her home address. She opened the CD on her computer and began browsing.

Several hours later, and after several masturbations, she sat back down in her chair. These people were incredible; they had taken this special all-around service to a whole new level. Unfortunately, the price was also very high, and Emma didn't have that much money—or rather, not yet. She could probably try her luck with Joan.

Emma started her plan again.

Another month passed, and Emma now completely possessed Michael. He would do anything she wanted, even make him brew "urine tea" for his mother. Joan, of course, dared not say it, even though she knew the taste very well; Michael assumed she couldn't tell.

Michael was completely infatuated with Emma; she constantly showed him new SM movies or dressed as a SM queen for him. He especially loved the clothes she wore during their last sexual encounter. It was a tight leather outfit bound with straps, which accentuated her figure, making her large breasts look even more rounded and sexy, and her black patent leather boots were at least six inches long.

They were watching a new video, arguably the most perverted one they had ever seen. It featured another blonde, blue-eyed woman who looked like his wife, being harassed by five thugs. After they finished, they tied her to a table and forcefully spread her legs, making her appear to be in great pain. They poured nearly a gallon of water into her anus, causing her abdomen to swell, and then they used a rubber hose to whip her stomach. They collected the water and feces gushing from her anus into a basin, and then poured it all into her mouth through a tube. She groaned in resistance, but couldn't stop drinking her own excrement, especially since they pinched her nose, making it impossible for her to breathe if she didn't drink. Her cruel torture wasn't over yet; the five thugs then defecated and urinated in a large bucket and made her drink it all.

At first, she refused, so they tied her up, hung her upside down, and submerged her head in the filthy bucket, while whipping her breasts and genitals with a rubber hose. They only stopped when she begged to drink everything in the bucket.

Michael experienced two orgasms while watching that film. The first time was when Emma gave him oral sex while saying how much she wished that woman was Patricia. The second time he reached climax was when he was fucking Emma's anus while watching the five men whip the woman's head, which was submerged in excrement and urine.

Michael enjoyed watching his penis covered in Emma's feces. Emma let him fuck her anus hard, and she also enjoyed seeing Michael's long, hard penis covered in her feces, especially when she thought about how Joan, hiding in the closet, would get these things after he left. Joan's health was deteriorating, and it was time for Emma to find a younger, healthier female slave. Joan was too old to endure this abuse. Of course, this did not stop Emma.

After Michael left, Joan was dragged out of the closet by Emma. Her hands were tied behind her back, and she lay on the ground with her legs in the air. Emma changed into a tight rubber queen outfit, exposing her breasts and crotch. Her dark skin and bright red rubber skin shone brightly.

“I hope you’re ready to spend this long night with me, you bitch,” Emma said to Joan. She could read the hatred in Joan’s eyes, but that only excited her more.

Joan watched as Emma poured a dark yellow liquid into the enema bag, then urinated into it. To Joan’s surprise, Emma then inserted a tube into her urethra and then into her bladder. Joan couldn’t help but urinate into the tube; the urine she had been holding in for so long in the cabinet gushed out, shooting into the enema bag as well. She couldn’t imagine what Emma would do next.

After tying the bag shut, Emma used a dildo with a flexible tube attached to it, lubricated it, and inserted it into her anus. She slowly drained the urine from the bag into her intestines, removing the tube only after it was all gone. She then inserted a plug into her anus, enjoying the warm urine churning inside.

When she finished, Joan began to understand what Emma was up to. Emma made her open her mouth wide and then inserted a thick tube. Joan noticed a sharp point at the base of the tube, which could immobilize her tongue. Emma then sealed her mouth with tape. Finally, Emma cut off about five centimeters of the tube above Joan's mouth and inserted a funnel. Of course, Emma didn't forget to plug Joan's nose with two plugs, but the plugs had two plastic tubes in the middle for breathing.

Emma happily looked at her handiwork, then put on a rubber glove, applied a lot of hot and cold (American product, a jack-of-all-trades that's exhausting!), and inserted it into Joan's vagina, thrusting in and out repeatedly. The rest was simple, but extremely painful for Joan. About an hour and a half later, when Joan felt her genitals burning, Emma got up and aimed her anus at the funnel above Joan's mouth. Emma thought the funnel was big enough to hold all the filth, but it didn't matter; even if it overflowed, it would only spill onto Joan's face.

She pulled the plug from her anus, and a large amount of urine and runny feces gushed into the funnel and then flowed into the tube. Joan watched helplessly as this yellowish-brown liquid flowed into her mouth; the taste was horrible, but Joan couldn't remove the tube. Soon, her mouth was filled with urine and feces. Emma sat between Joan's legs, holding a pair of needle-nose pliers.

"Joan, darling, I know you can't swallow it. It's okay, the longer you eat, the longer I can play," Emma said.

With that, Emma clamped the plastic tube in Joan's nose with the pliers. Joan realized with horror that she couldn't breathe unless she ate the excrement and urine in her mouth. Joan knew she couldn't finish drinking the disgusting liquid before suffocating from lack of oxygen, which meant she would die of asphyxiation. After swallowing two large gulps of the bitter, salty mixture of feces and urine, Emma released the pliers, allowing her to breathe.

Emma then began clamping Joan's clitoris with the pliers; due to the previous cooling effect, her clitoris had swollen into a large lump, and Emma's forceful clamping caused excruciating pain. But Emma was having fun, alternating between clamping the tubes in Joan's nostrils and her clitoris. She suddenly crushed the small lump on Joan's clitoris, causing Joan to convulse in pain.

"Don't worry, darling," Emma said to the pale, sweating Joan, "I'm not going to pull out your clitoris or destroy it; if I were, I wouldn't want to hurt it again." Emma laughed happily.

It took Joan a long time to finally eat all the feces and urine from the funnel. Emma continued to choke her breathing or pinch her clitoris or nipples, enjoying the pleasure immensely. She used a dildo to penetrate her vagina while simultaneously whipping Joan's clitoris with a cane until it bled. When she finally removed the tube from Joan's mouth, she made her lick her anus and genitals, urinating in her mouth before letting her up.

Meanwhile, Patricia finally became suspicious. She knew Michael didn't love his mother, but she didn't understand why he spent so much time with her; there must be another reason. To her surprise, when she asked Michael, he berated her. Since he had Emma's support, he no longer worried about Patricia's displeasure.

Their intimacy dwindled, and Michael seemed to have lost interest in her. But Emma, or occasionally Sandy, still ignited Michael's passion. Because Patricia was his first wife, he found his fantasies becoming increasingly perverse. He often imagined his wife subservient to other women, and the ideal woman to abuse her was Emma.

He received a phone call at home Sunday night while Patricia was out watching a movie.

“Michael, I need you to come over now,” Emma’s voice said, in a commanding tone. Michael found himself unconsciously obeying Emma.

“Okay, I’ll be right there. What’s the rush?”

“Don’t take too long,” she said, hanging up.

When he arrived, he found Emma waiting for him in her ESV. As soon as he got in, Emma pulled over and parked in a corner.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Honey, don’t worry. There’s a problem we need to deal with together,” she replied.

Michael didn’t understand what Emma was talking about. Emma was actually quite anxious, but also quite expectant, because the opportunity to fulfill her desires had arrived.

She had severely abused Joan the previous night because she had decided to make the woman beg to eat her excrement, but Joan had consistently refused. Emma spent a long time dealing with her, using canes, needles, wax dripping, and any other method she could think of to hurt the woman. Finally, Joan gave in, begging Emma to eat her excrement. Emma sat contentedly over her mouth, and a large amount of thick, brownish-yellow excrement fell into it.

Joan returned home late that night feeling extremely unwell; she had fainted several times from pain and lack of oxygen while Emma was abusing her. This morning, she started talking incoherently, but Emma ignored her and left. Unbeknownst to Joan, Emma had planted listening devices in every room. Emma found Joan's behavior very strange and decided to listen to what she was up to.

"I've had enough," she heard Joan mumble, "I'm going to report that bitch."

When Joan said she was going to the police station, Emma called Michael. By the time Michael arrived, Joan was already preparing to leave. No matter what the woman told the police, a simple examination of her injuries would reveal the extent of the abuse she had suffered, and Emma would undoubtedly be charged with "abuse." This was absolutely the worst Emma could imagine.

Emma had already cut off Joan's phone lines to prevent her from calling 991. Now Emma decided to take her final step.

Joan staggered from her house to her car.

Michael asked Emma, "Where is she going? She can barely walk, how can she drive!"

As he prepared to open the car door, Emma shouted, "Sit there!"

"But..." he hesitated.

"Michael," Emma asked, "when was the last time you saw Sandy?"

"What?" He didn't understand why Emma was asking this. "I think it was Friday, she's my secretary."

"I'm asking you when you last slept with her," Emma said calmly.

Joan drove off in the black SUV parked on the side of the road. It was far from the police station, and it was obvious Joan was going the wrong way; she was driving in the opposite direction from the police station. Michael's attention was entirely focused on Emma, not his mother, which was exactly what Emma wanted.

"I've never slept with her," Michael argued. "Why would I look for other women when I have you?"

Emma thought Joan was getting senile. She didn't care where Joan was driving; she only knew Joan was making things easier for her.

"Michael, please, I don't care if you slept with Sandy, so just admit it," Emma said.

The heavy rain blurred Emma's vision, but at least the car was heading towards a more desolate area. Emma thought it would be easier to carry out her plan in the suburbs.

“Emma, I’ve never been unfaithful to you,” Michael said.

The truth was he had slept with Sandy, and the same truth was he could abandon Sandy for Emma right now. But he didn’t know that Emma didn’t care who he’d slept with at this moment.

“Um,” he said, looking ahead, “aren’t you a little too close? My mother’s a terrible driver. Where is she going?”

“You can be unfaithful to your wife, why won’t you be unfaithful to me?” Emma asked.

“Because I love you, Emma,” he said.

She gave a dismissive laugh, then grabbed her purse, pulled out an envelope, and threw it onto his lap.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Open it,” Emma commanded.

Michael turned on the interior light and opened the envelope. He was stunned to see photos of himself and Sandy having sex.

“Where did this come from?” Michael asked, his fingers trembling as he held the photos.

“I took them,” Emma replied.

“How did you take them? Why?”

Emma thought, now was the time; there were many perfect moments here.

“Because I have some plans for us. I need to make sure you can work with me to make those plans happen.”

“Plans?” he asked. “What plans? What are you talking about?”

“I have a lot of things I want to do in my life, and I want you to do them with me. But I need to know first if you’re 100% loyal to me,” she said. “You’ll never tell your wife about our future, and I promise she won’t be as forgiving as I am if she knew about you and Sandy.”

Emma was wet—she wasn’t wearing underwear—she was soaking wet by the time they got there, and it was probably her best orgasm yet. She was excited about what she was going to do.

“Hey,” Michael yelled, “what are you doing? You’re going to hit her.”

The SUV was pushed into another lane. Emma turned on her headlights and honked

the horn frantically to distract Joan. A sharp bend appeared ahead, but Joan didn’t notice because Emma kept flashing her headlights and honking behind her. When they reached the bend, Emma knew her plan had worked; Joan hadn’t turned.

Michael froze, fear and terror gripping him. He laughed, and the car overturned beside a tree at the edge of a ditch. Emma slammed on the brakes.

“What did you do?” Michael asked, looking at Emma with fear.

“Like I said, I have some plans, but to make these plans happen, your mother has to make this sacrifice.”

Fear and a strange magic enveloped Michael as he heard Emma’s words.

“I need some money to fund a small project I’ve created. So after she dies, you will leave her inheritance to me.” Emma reached out and rubbed Michael’s groin, causing him to become helplessly erect. “Do you want to help me achieve my dream?” she asked.

Michael nodded helplessly.

“Do you want to make my ideas a reality?”

Michael nodded mechanically again.

“Then trust me.”

Emma got out of the car, leaving Michael inside. She walked down into the ditch, surrounded by hard clods of earth and pebbles. When Emma approached, she smelled a strong odor of gasoline leaking. She saw the car completely overturned, the window next to the driver's side shattered, and Joan was struggling to climb out, but her body was trapped under the car, only her head sticking out.

Emma lifted her skirt, spread her legs, and urinated on Joan's face.

"Open your mouth, this will be the last time you eat my shit," Emma said with a laugh.

Joan, perhaps numb, actually opened her mouth. Emma had been having diarrhea for the past two days; her stool was loose, sticky, and smelly, but Joan couldn't distinguish the taste anymore. A large amount of feces flooded into her mouth, which she couldn't swallow. The remaining loose feces covered her face.

"It's time to say goodbye, Joan," Emma lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and coughed a little. "Damn, I'm glad I've quit. This stuff could kill me." Joan

's mouth was full of feces, so she couldn't say anything. Emma wasn't sure what was about to happen either; she stood...

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