—Wow, it seems that little Grace is not able to control her bowels.
Grace turned her head in fright, finding Jenny, who had her cell phone in her hand.
—Jenny, you...?
—Did I record everything? Yes, I did.
—Jenny, please delete it.
—Why should it? Humiliating you and making your life impossible is my reason for living.
—Jenny, please, I beg you, delete that video.
—What if I don't want to?
—Please, I'll do whatever you want, but delete it and don't tell anyone about this, please.
—Your offer sounds tempting, let me think about it.
Grace felt a knot in her stomach again and her intestines could churn, before she felt a pressure in her anus again.
"God, it can't be, don't tell me I have diarrea" Grace thought panic.
Jenny looked sideways at Grace and noticed her expression of despair, as well as seeing her hold her buttocks tightly, even though she had just emptied her intestines.
That just made Jenny think that Grace wasn't done with her stinking business yet.
A malicious smile formed on Jenny's lips as an idea hovered through her head.
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