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Carsse the pis whore

... shook her head. “Pity, but never mind, another day but for now we had better do number twos,” Marjorie explained, “I have a special number two coat for you.” Cassie looked confused, but Marjorie brought Cassie’s white raincoat from the hallway, Cassie stared, it was buttoned to the neck and it appeared to have hands in the pockets and arms... Marjorie spread newspaper on the floor and then told Cassie to, “Stand still it goes over your head,” she explained as she pulled it over Cassie’s head and smoothed it down. Cassie stared at her reflection, itlooked as if she had her hands in her pockets not cuffed to her thighs, “Number two suit!” Marjorie chuckled. Cassie shook her head, but then Marjorie produced a piece of card and a can of spray paint, Cassie was intrigued but looked on incredulously as Marjorie stared to spray Cassie’s bare feet gloss black using the card as a mask so it looked as if she was wearing black shoes to a casual glance. “I usually use St James’s park,” Marjorie explained, “After dark of course.” Cassie decided Marjorie was quite mad, even in darkness it would be quite impossible to hide a ring gag she surmised. But when Marjorie took her into the garden Cassie was able to pee almost immediately “You clever clever girl,” Marjorie lavished praise on her and when after her supper of more cold meat and veg in a bowl, Marjorie led Cassie outside again she was quite sure her ordeal was almost over, for how could anyone miss a ring gag? Surely someone would ...

... help her? But even before stepping into the street Marjorie had slipped the ring gag off. “You’re mad criminally insane,” Cassie snapped. “And you are naked under that coat,” Marjorie pointed out, “Which I can easily unbutton.” “You wouldn’t!” Cassie blustered but she knew Marjorie would. The concrete sidewalk was cold under Cassie’s feet though it was only a few hundred yards to the park, where they stepped through a gap in the railings as it was locked for the night. “Number two’s on the path then we bag it and bin it just like a dog, like a bitch,” Marjorie whispered. “You’re mad!” Cassie protested, then asked “What are you doing?” as Marjorie suddenly squatted down. “Number twos darling,” Marjorie chuckled as her pee splashed briefly on the tarmac followed by the plop of a long sausage of brown poo, “Your turn.” Cassie stared, she felt constipated, the cool air round her bottom, “Squat my darling,” Marjorie whispered and she held Cassie and eased her down, “It will feel nice, honestly,” she said as her thumb found its way unerringly between Cassie’s cunt lips and eased inside. “No!” Cassie whispered but it was hopeless, her bladder let go soaking Marjorie’s wrist and her bowels opened with a loud fart depositing several small hard turds on the pathway. Cassie regained her senses, shadowy figures were moving, “Gentlemen, may I present my Cassie, Cassie, meet the St James Doggers, she’s the little fuckslut I told you about, I’m training her, do I hear twenty pounds?” A muffled ...