This presents an interesting problem for urination. With two more needled tubes in her hand, she squats down under the table again. “Wht’s going on?” My thoughts are becoming sharper. As it presses into me again, I sob into the dildo in my mouth again. I figure the first must have done a number on me, but still it is a fight to force it all the way into me. You take care, my little Clarabelle.”
What feels like a hot knife enters my taint. In total darkness. It’s no use. After what seems like forever, it stops moving forward. “Awwww, poor baby scared of being penetrated? Now all of this is going to take some time, so the dildo in your mouth is hooked up to a water dispenser. I’m not going to lie, it’s going to hurt like a sun of a bitch, but it’s the only way to ensure you can go to the bathroom.