After Work

This story contains w/s, scat, S/M, group sex. You must be of legal age to read the following. If the content offends you please go away. Remember this is only a fantasy, which can go further than fact, including the absence of condoms. Remember fact is not fantasy. Use a condom! 

Chapter One [Introduction]

I shouldn't mix alcohol and poppers, I knew that quite well. It always brought out the worst in me the raunchy side. However I'd been out that evening to a works do and been delivered back home by arranged transport. I thought it too late to change and go out to try and meet someone but feeling excessively randy decided to have a session on my own in order to get my rocks off.

Hurriedly dressing in my favourite running shorts and torn tight T-shirt and grabbing a bottle of poppers from the fridge, I lay down in the bath just in time as my bladder let loose and part of the evenings beer intake quickly soaked me and lay in a puddle round my body. Taking a sniff from the bottle I wallowed in the result, relishing the feeling of my nylon shorts and cotton T clinging to my body. I started to work on my tits and just as one hand worked down to my cock realised there was another load building up. This time I was able to raise my legs and pull the band of my pants down so the resulting stream splashed over my chest and onto my face, some into my eager open mouth.

It was then I realised I just had to have/do something stronger. I still had at least a couple more loads building up but needed more raunch than I could manage on my own in the bathtub. Like I said, alcohol and poppers are a bad mix for me. I quickly got out of the bath, just wiping my feet. I had an idea for some stronger, dirtier self-abuse. I used a sponge to soak up what piss I could and squeezed it into an old pint flask I kept for just that purpose. I was able to fill it with some over. Then I placed the flask with another of hot coffee and a couple of cans of beer, in my rucksack. I added the bottom of an old shell suit, retaining the top to wear. My torn T-shirt was rather too obvious. Quickly fitting a few small items in the gaps remaining I put socks and trainers on my feet and after another snort of poppers sponged the last of the golden fluid in my bath over my body.

When I was wet all over I put the shell top on and left my flat. It was now the early hours of the morning and very dark. There was, as expected, no one around to see my lightly clad wet body, or me, as I got my bike out and cycled away.

Some fifteen or so minutes later I arrive at the dark dirty cottage that had been in the back of my mind. There was a car parked nearby but I thought that probably belonged to someone who had struck lucky earlier and gone of in another vehicle. Even so, I checked the area carefully before entering the cottage. It was a small, old building with a double urinal and two lock-ups. They were never used, the seats have vanished ages ago, and I am sure the whole building had most of its visitors on weekend evenings as I often did myself. Only someone in an emergency would use it for the proper purpose being out of the way since the road was closed off, also never having been cleaned in my memory.

I had to wait a few moments until my eyes acclimatised to the darkness but as expected, there was no one to be seen by the urinal. However the floor looked nice and wet and dirty. I could only guess at the number of people who'd cum or pissed on it earlier in the evening. Just what I wanted. I took my jacket, shoes and socks off, laying them at the top of an old bench some kind soul had placed by the wall eons ago.

Taking a sniff of poppers from the bottle I'd remembered to bring with me I placed a pair of nipple clams on my tits, gasping as they bit. This was going to be good. I just knew that. I could feel the wet and dirt under my bare feet, the clamps on my tits and my almost dry clothing. That could soon my rectified. It was too soon to go down on the floor so I took the flask from my bag, checking to see I had the right one, and slowly dribbled some of the still warm contents over my face and T.

This was joy. Ok it would be better with company but I seldom met anyone willing to fulfil my desires when in this type of mood. I usually helped others to get their rocks off in here using my hands, mouth, on occasions my arse. When possible I got them to cum over my body, as I usually striped down to my shorts in the hope. Having, if I do say so myself, quite a reasonable body to look at, most were not amiss. It was not fantastic but tall, thin, long light to fairish hair seemed to work well for me. I loved a group and had often finished with me on my knees servicing a selection of cocks that would cum over me one after the other.

Unfortunately, the few times I voiced my desire to be pissed over the same cocks that had readily made use of my mouth etc quickly pulled up trousers or shorts and disappeared out the doorway. I'd got used to keeping my mouth shut, so to speak, and waiting until everyone had gone. Then I'd use my imagination and the floor to bring myself off. I was hard as hell and ready to go but wanted more than just rolling round on a dirty floor tonight.

Just then, to my great surprise, I heard footsteps. Just one pair so not police and anyway I'd never known them to visit down here anyway. What the Hell!, I thought, taking a quick sniff. Just one is no problem even if he's straight. So I stood there, backside to one of the urinals. Sure enough, I could make out one body walking through the door.

He hadn't noticed me yet and my eyes had by now acclimatised enough to make out his features and dress against the slight moonlight from outside. Youngish, early twenties, wearing denim shorts and a pique short-sleeved shirt. Then as he staggered he caught sight of me but after a double take to be proud of soon recovered. To my surprise, instead of coming over to the urinal he made his way to the bench and sat at the other end to my belongings that he must have noticed.

I could tell he had quite a bit to drink from his walk and thought maybe my luck was going to change but soon changed my mind. He said nothing but sat, or rather flopped, down and dragging a pack from his pocket, with some difficulty extracted a cigarette and lit up. All the time looking at me. There was no malice in his look that I could see, the moon by now supplying a reasonable amount of light. The cloud must have cleared I thought. Even so he didn't seem interested.

What he thought of the sight I have no idea. He couldn't have expected to come in and see a bare footed young man in tight wet shorts and torn T-shirt. Not to mention the chrome nipple clamps glittering. That thought brought them back to my attention and I slowly removed them, gasping as the pressure came off. Still no reaction.

'Are you OK?' I asked. Just a grunt. 'Am I in your way?' 'No.' A quite un-bothered answer.

Well. He seemed OK, even if he wasn't gay. He didn't seem that drunk, just a little unsteady. 'Would you like a coffee?' I asked. That made him look up.

'Have you got coffee? I can't drive like this.' There was some life in his voice now. So I got the other flask out and poured him a coffee, keeping my distance as I passed it over.

'Do you want to piss?' I asked. 'Not at the moment,' he replied.

'Well I Do.' And I did, having built up more pressure than was comfortable in the last few minutes. 'O.K', he said.

'Not in the urinal,' I said. 'Whatever,' was the reply. 'Just keep it off me.'

That was enough. Leaning back against the back of the urinal I placed the clamps back on my tits and placing my hands behind my back started to let the pressure release. My cock was stuck upright in my shorts and the stream rushed up to the waistband before falling down and having soaked the shorts continued to flow down my legs and drip on my feet. I didn't care. He might be straight but I intended to have a good time anyway. Having a straight guy watch was going to be a turn on. I noticed he didn't take his eyes off.

I went to what I considered my end of the bench and emptied the rest of my bag. The clothing and towel I hung on a useful hook and placed the rest of the items on the bench. The remaining coffee, the two cans of beer and another bottle of poppers. Removing my T-shirt, or rather what was left of it, I took the remaining items and returned to my position, back to the urinals.

'You've got a nice body,' was an unexpected comment. 'Thanks,' I replied.

'Do you enjoy what you're doing?'

'Yes.' What else could I say? 'Do you mind?' I'd noticed one hand had crept down to his shorts and was definitely fondling something. Maybe there was hope yet.

'No,' he said. 'Do what ever you want'. He might be straight but in his present mood was obviously excited by what he saw. Who was I to disappoint him? I'd never performed for a straight audience anyway.

I sat down with my arse in the trough and my back to the urinal wall. Then I made use of the items I'd brought over with me. First removing the clamps that were now making my tits numb I placed a leather strap around my ankles and pushed my legs out. Two more straps I placed round each wrist. The clip that would clip them together I decided to leave for now. The final leather item was a belt that I laid on the floor beside me.

Just then the urinal started to flush, I could feel it on the back of my head, down my shoulders and soaking my back. It was shockingly cold and quickly I resorted to the poppers again. When it had stopped I picked up the special flask and tool a small drink, then pouting some over my head.

'What's that?, he asked.

'Piss,' I replied.

'Gross,' was his comment. Even so I could see from the corner of my eye he had his cock out and was wanking it slowly.

'Yes. Gross,' said another voice, as to my horror one of the cubicle doors opened to display one, then two persons.

What had I done? I should have known better than to get carried away without checking out the whole building. How had I not heard them in there? What was going to happen?

Chapter Two [Usage]

As they came into the dim light my heart started to beat again. They were both black, my favourite colour. One I had met before, he was one of the few people I'd met willing to satisfy my hidden desires. Somewhere in his early thirties, almost my height but almost twice as broad. He was already striped and I could see the erect cock I remembered. Jet-black and what I called a nice standard size. Big enough to feel but not so large I'd have trouble with it.

His companion was much younger from what I could see, only just out of his teens I would have guessed. Much lighter in colour, about five foot ten inches and even slimmer than myself. He was also wearing denim shorts that he zipped up as the door they came out so I had no chance to see what was packed inside them. Quite interesting from the size of the bulge.

From what I remembered the older was based at an USAF base some twenty miles away and travelled the distance from time to time so he wouldn't be recognised. I guessed the younger was a new arrival at the base he must have made contact with.

My straight audience had got up and was quickly packing his cock away when John, I suddenly remembered his name, said 'Don't go. Not if you fancy seeing us make use of this whitey here.'

That was enough for him. He sat back on the bench and started to fondle himself again. I put him out of my mind for the time and concentrated on the two black bodied now standing in front of me.

'I thought we were out of luck, getting here so late,' said John. Then I saw a bike coming down the lane and hoped it was you. We both fancy some proper fun and had just settled for each other. I had hoped to meet you tonight and introduce you mo my friend here.'

'Why did you keep mum?' I asked. 'Just wanted to see how far you would go, especially when the lad over there on the bench came in. You must really be in the mood tonight.'

I saw no reason to answer, my reply being obvious.

'Right,' was his next comment. 'You're mind to make use off. Yes?'

I just nodded. 'Then open your mouth. I need to piss,' and without further ado he pushed his now half-hard cock in my mouth and let go a blast. He must have had his legs crossed, hiding in the lock-up, as once he started I thought he'd never finish. I swallowed what I could but most sprayed out over my chest and down on the floor, forming a large puddle I could feel round my still outstretched legs.

'You know better than to waste it,' he said, picking up the leather belt from the floor. You know the punishment.

I nodded and getting up started to lay face down in the puddle I recently been sitting in. 'Wait,' he said, fastening the clamps back on my tits. 'Now assume the position.'

I lay down. I could feel the piss on my chest, but more, the dirt and slime that had to be the result of meetings earlier that evening. As I grunted when my tender and clamped tits met the floor and my face lay side on in the puddle he had another surprise for me. I felt two hands connect with my feet and before I could offer an objection slide my body forward so my chin rested on the lip of the trough with my head pressed against the tiled wall. My mouth and nose were above the trough and I was just glad at least the flush still worked well and there were no disinfectant blocks around.

There was some murmuring a leg kicked my legs apart. Then a naked body sat down on my back, legs kneeling either side of, and clamping me to the ground. I guessed the youngster was getting into the act and I still hadn't seen him striped. A hand pushed round my face holding the welcome poppers and I took a deep double drag knowing what was to follow.

I was not to be disappointed. The belt started to fall across my buttocks. At first slowly and without too much force, then increasing, both in both frequency and strength.

'Aren't you going to beat his bare arse?' said a voice from the bench. The straight lad was getting off on this whatever he thought earlier. I discovered later he been experimenting with the other bottle, even so, he wasn't as straight as he's thought.

In answer my legs were pushed together and my soaking shorts pulled down and off, leaving me in just a small leather pouch held on with a chain round my back and a couple more running up each buttock. My head was pulled up and the shorts rammed over my head before it was carefully placed back down.

I was breathing and sucking on God knows how many peoples piss, dirt and stale cum. As the belt started to fall again I felt a warm stream start on my shoulders, moving up to the shorts covering my hair and head. I closed my eyes and as it ran over my face I knew the youngster was also happy to indulge me.

The beating finally stopped and as the shorts were pulled off hands roughly turned me over. Now I was face up I could see what had previously been hidden, one way or another. He might only be in his late teens but the cock I could see hovering above me as he stood back in preparation for another piss was a monster. Somehow not out of proportion but huge. Even in its flaccid state it had to be eight inches and I'd never get one hand to meet round it. God Almighty! It could really damage me if not used carefully. I was too high to care but even so took note to make sure I was in control if he started to use it on me.

'What else would you like to see?' asked John, and I noticed he was talking to the straight guy who was now striped off also. He had his legs up pulled on the bench on either side and was wanking away quite openly. He had a look of lust about him, Oh Yes; he was enjoying what he saw. As he pulled away on his cock I could see his balls banging around and his little hole pucker and pout.

'Do you want him on your cock? Asked John. 'Or he could suck your balls. Or how about he cleans your arse for you?'

I thought he was going to fall of the bench as his hand went into overdrive. 'He'd really lick my arse?' 'He'll do what ever I say,' was John's reply. 'Just don't bring yourself off too soon and miss all the fun.'

'Oh, I won't cum for ages after the beer I had earlier. Make him do it.' I needed no further urging and crawled over to him, making sure I kept my hands away, just pushing my nose and mouth to his arse. John made sure of that by folding my arms behind my back and fastening them off with the clip I'd left attached to one of the straps.

With the strap round my legs and now my arms fastened off I had difficulty keeping my balance until my nose made contact with his arse and helped to stabilise me. I stuck my tongue out and just licked the edge of his hole. I thought he was going into shock the way he reacted but all he said was 'More! More!'

So I gave him more, pushing my tongue against the lips, pushing and probing until it broke through. Then I went to work on him. Licking, sucking, probing. Whenever I pushed deep he clenched tightly on my tongue, then relaxed so I could push in again. He might think he was straight but given time I could prove him wrong. In the back of my mind was the thought he might live locally and be prepared to make regular use of my body.

'What happens if I shit?' He asked. 'Just do it,' replied John. I intend to later anyway.' 'You mean shit on him?' 'Of course,' John came back. 'He's here to be used and abused. Just for our enjoyment. If you want to make use of him as well that's OK by us.'

It might be messy. I had a curry earlier.' That's OK John came back with. 'The messier the better, just not in his mouth.'

This thought was enough to push him over the edge and he sucked my tongue deep into his arse whilst furiously wanking himself over my back. As I felt it splatter I thought to myself ‘He'll be off now.' But no. He lowered his legs back to the floor, in the process moving my face up to his cock. Without thought I took it into my mouth and started to clean it with my tongue. He sighed, relaxed, and took another snort of my poppers. 'Now lets see what you can do with him while I recharge.'

Please note: Scat is not really my scene generally speaking, but somehow seems a logical extension of the use/abuse theme I like to work with. For those whom it offends there is an alternative final chapter. Click here to skip to to alternative ending - Chapter 4.

Chapter Three [Abusage]

John grabbed my wet hair and pulled me back to lie on the now wetter and filthy floor. Removing the straps from my legs and wrists he straddled my waist and crouched down. I knew what to expect as he strained and started pissing over my face and in my mouth again. Before he'd finished one, then two, three to four inch turds plopped out, landing on my stomach and sliding off onto the floor.

He stood up and finished pissing. 'Go on then. Get hold of them,' he said. 'Then crush them to your body.'

I did as instructed, picking up one warm soft lump in each hand, crushing them and smearing them over my chest, stomach and thighs. I couldn't get at my cock as I was still wearing the leather jock. I knew what he wanted and turned over, mashing the mess further under me. Sure enough, without much finesse he straddled me again, this time kneeling either side of my arse and after half a dozen slaps proceeded to plough into me with his now hardened cock. This was how he liked it. Me dirty, hard against the floor so that every time he rammed into me I slid in the mess, liberally coating my body. This was the first time he'd done so with someone watching and it drove him to greater lengths.

'Come on,' I heard him say, and after a moment the youngster crouched over my head and proceeded to emulate John.

I could feel him piss, this time up against John's chest and as the cock was ploughed in and out of my arse it became lubed with the fresh warm piss. Then a serious of rapid plops on my neck, followed by a pair of hands collecting the result and spearing it over my back. This did surprise me, as I'd never known John prepared to handle it before. It had to be him though as a slim brown arse slid in front of my face, followed by a nice dangling ball sac and then the monster cock. Well maybe not such a monster, not now I'd been very nicely turned on. Even so, it was big enough to do me damage if I was not careful.

I thought he was going to raise my head in order to face fuck me, but no. He moved back, and pulling on my arms dragged me the foot or so required to place my face over the urinal. Just in time I cradled my arms in the trough to cushion my face. All the time John continued to plough my arse.

The knowledge my arms were resting in the trough where God knows how many people had pissed and possibly cum threw me over the edge. The aroma, the feel of my chest sliding around in the filth on the floor, John ploughing without respite. They could have done what they liked.

I suddenly felt empty as John pulled out without warning and rapidly wanked off over my back. 'Who's next?' he asked, just as the flush started, soaking my head and shoulders.

'Can I have him in the stall?' the white lad asked.

Without waiting for instructions I got to my hands and knees and made my way to the nearest stall. There was no seat on the bowl, the floor was even filthier than the urinal and the flush had not worked for days by the look of the contents.

'Get your head over the bog,' the lad said. Having done so he proceeded to straddle me and crouched down over my head, forcing it partway into the bowl. 'Someone fuck his arse.' It clicked in my brain there were more than just the three of them to make use of me. I'd never been out quite this late before. In fact I was aware the dawn was starting to show. Obviously I'd missed out before by going home whilst it was still dark.

I didn't have mush time to consider this as someone rammed a length between my cheeks, pulling my groin up to meet him and forcing my head further down the bowl. I felt the lad start pissing over my back and give a couple of grunts. 'Here comes the vinderloo,' he said, and sure enough it did.

A gush of warm sweet smelling shit poured over my shoulders and head, soaking my hair and running down my face. This nearly took me over the edge but the cock in my arse shot it's load at the same time and I was semi-roughly pulled backwards by the legs until once again laying flat on the floor.

'Turn over.' I did so, only imagining the sight I must make. Covered in piss, cum, dirt and shit from head to foot. I dare not open my eyes and was only aware of several loads of cum and piss landing on my body. At the same time a booted foot was massaging my cock and balls trapped in the tight leather pouch. None too gently either.

I could feel it building up and reached down to wipe my hands over my body. With a cry I plunged my shit-covered fingers in my mouth as my back lurched of the floor and I shot time and time again in the pouch. I wasn't even properly hard but it seemed I couldn't stop whilst that foot was pressing my nuts.

Finally I slumped back to the floor only to hear John say, 'OK then. Get some clothes on and we'll go back to your place. We've both got the weekend off.'

I couldn't take a weekend of this. Could I? I knew John wouldn't let me wash and would probably bring me back here the following night. What about his young friend? Then worse. I heard him ask the white guy if he wanted to join them with an answer in the affirmative.

One thing was for sure. This was going to be a weekend to remember and it would seem we'd converted a local lad as a bonus.

The next couple of days I was obviously going to enjoy.

- The End -

Note: This is an alternative ending to After Work - without scat.

Chapter Four [Satisfaction]

John grabbed my wet hair and pulled me back to lie on the now wetter and filthy floor. Removing the straps from my legs and wrists he straddled my waist and crouched down. I knew what to expect as he strained and started pissing over my face. Then he turned me over and used his boot to force me down, flat, on the floor. I heard voices and then hands grabbed my feet, pushing me over toward the urinal. Guessing what was about to happen I had just enough time to fold my arms in front of my face as they fell into the trough, my face on the lip.

I heard John say something and almost at once a body astride my arse and a throbbing cock pushing at the exposed hole. So his friend was getting into the act I thought. A cock slowly and gently pushed its way home. This was going to be nice I thought. I was mistaken.

When I thought he was fully inserted I felt hands prise my arse apart and I swear he inserted another inch or more. This I could really feel. The as he leant over my arms and head he whispered in my ear, 'Are you ready for this black cock then white boy?'

I couldn't answer, not with my face pushed into the floor. I doubt if it would have made any difference anyway as he stared to plough my arse as if there was no tomorrow, he may not have been very large in the width department but he sure was long and stiff and knew just where to aim his cock to obtain the best effect. For himself at any rate.

While this was going on I heard another voice, 'I need to take a piss,' and someone answer, 'Go on then.' Not much hesitation before I felt more than one warm stream over my back and head. Then obviously responding to direction, down to the cock plunging my arse so his grunts were accompanied by a slurp, slurp as he fucked the fresh piss into my open hole.

All too soon I felt his cock swell and the warm stream of his spunk shoot inside me. He shot and shot, finally collapsing over my body. He reached out and pulled my arms out from in front of my face, pushing them out so my hands fell into the urinal on each side and my face was right over the trough, about an inch away from the swirling liquid that was, as usual, slow to drain.

'Right then,' I heard John ask as his friend pulled off, 'Anyone else fancy fucking the hole?' There were a series of assents and it seemed I spent the next quarter of an hour or so being regularly fucked, pissed over or having my arse beaten. John told me later it was more like an hour which just goes to show how time flies when you're having fun.

I never knew there were so many people around who would like to make use of my body. Obviously I had been returning home far too early. I could just make out that it was starting to lighten up outside.

'Turn over,' I heard John say, and doing so I caught a quick sight of my body covered in piss, cum and dirt. My head was now over, slightly down into, the urinal. I could feel my hair and the back of my head awash with the contents. My arms I placed to cushion my head in the trough. A booted foot nudged my legs apart.

Then John's naked black body knelt between my legs. I knew what he wanted and pulled my legs up and back, raising my arse off the floor. He liked to see my face when he got his rocks off, especially the pain in my eyes.

Sure enough. Without warning he plunged his thick, eight-inch cock straight up my arse. If my head had not already been in the trough it would have been now. After a few thrusts to get himself comfortable and right home he eased off and sat back slightly.

'Anyone got any piss left?' he asked. 'Right then, over his face,' and to me, 'Close your eyes.'

His hands reached out to nip at my tits forcing me to open my mouth to receive the occasional streams that were, surprisingly, still on offer. As I was forced to swallow, and continue doing so, he really started to make use of my arse. In and out, in and out. It wasn't a cock, it was a piston he had attached to his body. Each thrust crushed my balls but even so I was sporting a massive hard on. I wanted to cum but dare not move my hands from behind my head.

Then I felt him. More than any other person that night. His cock seemed to swell till I thought I would split. Then without slacking sped he started to shoot. I don't know how many time he shot, only that I could feel fire up further than anyone else, maybe into my stomach I thought.

Finally he slowed down and after another attack on my tits sank back on the floor, with me still impaled on his cock. He waited a moment to catch his breath and then I felt his cock flex again slightly, followed by a hot stream shooting up to follow his cum.

'Hold that in you,' he said. Then throwing me my dirty soaking shorts, 'Put those on and stand up.' After a few words one of the others went out, quickly returning and saying something to John. 'Now outside.'

It was getting quite light. Must be about five in the morning, I thought. I couldn't go outside just dressed in a pair of wet running shorts. My body must look a state. There were I could now see there were still another half dozen others standing around apart from what I considered my three.

A couple of not too gentle belts with the strap John was carrying soon told me not to hang around, so I slowly walked outside, clenching my buttocks so as to obey his command.

As I'd thought it was quite light outside the cottage and in the distance I could hear vehicles moving on the main road. At first I thought we were the only ones around but as John encouraged me to walk toward the footbridge over the nearby stream I could see some people in the distance, walking toward it. Probably early workers I thought, or possibly on their way home from a night shift.

He made me stand by the railings, facing out. As I began to hear the footsteps come closer and could make out some muffled conversations, he started to apply the belt to my soaking arse. I gripped the netting tighter but even so could not help but release the tension I was holding with my arse. This had the required result with an obvious stream of mixed piss and cum tricking out and through my shorts, continuing down my filthy legs.

I heard some exclamations, no doubt both at the sight of my body and of John welding the strap at my arse. There followed some conversation I couldn't follow, then hands on my shoulder, turning me round. There were four of them, all white, ages I would guess from teens to forty.

'Right,' said John. 'There are some straight cocks here that need attention. I've told them your arse is too filthy but they are quite happy to use your mouth. Get down on your knees.'

I have to admit there can be quite a difference between gay cock and straight cock. Luckily only two of them were prepared to try my mouth, even so they had no finesse, just forcing both cocks in at the same time and proceeding to rape my face without pause. I think one or both of the others had a wank, having been turned on by what they saw. At any rate I felt my body being splattered several times during the process.

Luckily the cocks in my mouth must have been fully primed as I was starting to think I would choke, if my mouth wasn't split first, when one and then the second started firing. I couldn't swallow fast enough and a fair portion of the cream ran out of my mouth and down my face.

'OK! That will do for now,' handing me my shell suit. 'We're taking him off for a private session now. Anyone fancy a repeat we should have him here again next week.'

John must have re-arranged his shifts to be able to plan for that. He knew what mine were well enough. He was taking things a bit for granted ‘though about next week. Well maybe not. He knew my likes quite well, but what did he mean about a private session. I suppose we were all going back to mine but how many was 'we' and would I ever have a chance for a bath and sleep. I reckoned I could just stand a little more fun first though!

- The End -

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