She was still pissing, and started to gently stroke between her legs, making it go all over her hands and more of it drip on to the floor. I couldn't ...stop myself from joining in, feeling her hot piss through the fabric of her jeans. The floor had a massive puddle, and when she moved her feet I could hear them splash around in it. When she finally finished, she grinned at me. "What a naughty girl I've been!" she said, and blew me a kiss. She took my hand away from my cock and said "I don't want. That’s the Romanian word for grandmother. She watches out over me.”“You’re ... .... Romanian?” I asked, looking back and forth from the hag in the picture frame to the luscious body on the bed next to me.“Yes,” she said as she sat up on the bed. “My full name is Marti Fermecatoare. I shortened it because most Americans can’t pronounce it and no one can spell it.” She laughed slightly and added, “... that and the fact that fermecatoare is the Romanian word for witch.“You’re a witch?” I asked in. I moved my hand to her hip and slid it under her t-shirt to her breast. She had only small mounds but they felt so warm and soft. I lightly pinched a nipple and she responded with a moan into my mouth. Her nipple grew hard and I ran my fingers over it.Anita let go of me, much to my dismay. But she sat up and in a single motion she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. I saw her bare breasts for the first time. They were lovely, slightly bronzed with dark, reddish brown areola,. I pick it up and slip it over my head blacking out my vision.“Now Sonya, let me see you cum”. His permission is my need, my hand starts to move faster on my cock, my breathing is laboured with a mouth full of panty. I hear myself grunt with pleasure, feel my desire mount as I work harder to fulfil Bill's demand and my need. It does not take long, my orgasm arrives quickly, my shouts of pleasure are reduced to muffled grunts. My hips thrust against the rope, my cock jumps in my hand just.