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310%u201cI am fascinated by your journey before you became a flower seller,%u201d he said. %u201cI%u2019m fine. Please, carry on.%u201d%u201cOkay. They told me to take their cocks in my mouth so they could come inside it, while they opened their mouths and I lowered my bottom onto their face and sealed their gaping mouths and defecated into them; and they ate it.%u201d%u201cWow!%u201d He exclaimed, animated and excited at her telling. %u201cHow on earth did they find it enjoyable?%u201dShe shrugged and said, %u201cI have no idea. No one ever explained it to me. But it was mostly such activity that paid for my shop.%u201dHe filled both their glasses and said, %u201cAnd how did you feel, after?%u201d%u201cRelieved,%u201d she replied quickly. %u201cI%u2019d been denying myself going all day to do my bit well.%u201dThey both started laughing.%u201cI sometimes had so much in me, I buried their heads with it. They got more than they bargained for.%u201d She added.Her remark increased their laughter.After a while, Jasmine rolled around on the floor, out of control. %u201cIt is just so bloody absurd.%u201d She said, and the wine glass fell from her hand as she collapsed, gasping for air.He dropped down from the chair, saying, %u201cJasmine. Relax now.%u201d He kept a serious face until she recovered and sat up.%u201cPhew. Too funny. Sorry Ken.%u201d she said and saw she had spilt the wine on his floor. %u201cSorry. I%u2019ve stained your carpet.%u201d%u201cA little white wine is not a problem.%u201d He told her, picking up her glass and offering a hand out to pull her up.She sat back on her seat and he sat back on his. He filled their glasses and passed one to her.%u201cThank you. Sorry. It wasn%u2019t just the wine. I think I wet myself The Devil Drops By