Getting over my fetish 2

“Oh she knew and she was hoping it would have killed me.”

“Oh hon stop that she was not trying to kill you. I’ll tell you what. I well give you a break from eating anymore shit for a week and by that time Roberta well be back in Chicago. For now get comfy and relax and get some sleep.” With that Dawn went back up stairs.

“Everything alright Dawn?”

“Holy cow girlfriend how much shit did you have up in there. His stomach was packed full.”

“I did not think it was that much was it? Roberta said like she was concerned.

“It was more than I thought. I thought you just packed his mouth but that must have gone down his throat a little. Well maybe a lot. Did it not hurt coming out?”

“I did not even really know I was going. I’m sorry.”

“No, no ,no don’t be sorry he is still alive but the funny thing about it when I pushed my toy down his throat it packed into his stomach so tight he can’t throw it up. So he’ll have to digest all of that shit.” Dawn said laughing.

“Well at least he is still alive.” Roberta said and then thought in her mine His stomach was already packed you just packed it to the limit and laughed to herself.