Once he asked me to slide forward on the toilet seat because he needed to urinate, and as he urinated down behind me, I could feel the warmth of his p...iss as it hit my bum, no doubt deliberately, and he was delighted as it would run between my curves to be secreted into the pan, just as if it was I, who was doing the pissing.'Dont forget to wash down there Mariel', he would say, standing as close as he could, he seemed to enjoy being close to me, studying my reaction to his penis being inches. I called out to her and heard her outside the bathroom door a moment later. "Your tea's ready," she said "Okay, I'll be right there," I replied. "Well, hurry up, before it gets cold," she said as she banged at the bathroom door.Now, maybe the door wasn't completely shut, or maybe because the latch was worn, I don't know but it didn't hold, or maybe Hazel figured that it was locked when it wasn't, and decided to give it a shake to get me moving. Anyway, the door swung open and she was halfway. I knelt between her legs and pulled them apart forcing my mouth onto her sopping pussy as she lay back moaning loudly. As i licked i looked up and saw that she had a man standing either side of the chair and a cock in each hand wanking both and occasionally leaning over to lick and suck them both in turn. This was too much for me so i knelt between her legs and thrust my cock into her ridiculously wet cunt, banging her as hard as I could. As much as i wanted to I just couldn't hold off and. “You go and give it to him yourself, he's in the lounge, remember what I said about showing yourself off more, now is a good time.” she grinned naughtily at Tracey who was in no mood to be told what to do by some uppity slave but on the other hand the boy was waiting and the idea was deliciously naughty.“Fine.” Tracey snapped wondering if she was really going to do this, the paper boy knew her by sight and would automatically think she was now a slave but raising all her courage and wishing.