It has been two days since Mr.Clean began showing up and fucking her brains out, and tater could not have been happier. Besides the soreness of her ass and throat, she was no longer a lone 30 year old with a obsession with anal. She felt like for the first time she had a purpose. And although not a great one, it was still something. She looked over to her clock to check the time, it was 11:30. Almost the time when he showed up, she wondered if she would have enough time for a shower and decided it wouldn't hurt to try. So she stripped and stepped into the shower, and began washing herself. Unknown that she was being watched by a clean being.
