When sat in the toilets I'd just let it flow, letting the pantys soak it all up. I would never wash them as I would like them to smell of the last mas...turbation session sat in the cubicles. Months later my solo fantasys were at an end, after noticing a hole in the cubicles door and an eye peering through from the otherside, looking at me dressed in white urine and cum sodden pantys my hair in pigtails, my white socks and flatchest. I stopped masturbating but kept my hand in my pants, I was a bit. He began thrusting hard into her, giving her what she wanted, slamming himself against the soft round swell of her ass.“YES!” she shouted. “Oh, right there… YES! I love your balls hitting my clit… OH!”He brought his palm down on the creamy white curve of her rump with a SLAP, and she yelped in surprise and then moaned with pleasure.“Again!” she cried.SLAP! His hand came down again.“You like that, you fucking whore?” he growled.“YES!” she screamed, pushing herself back against him, pumping her. James, unable to think, reacted instead. He sent a burst of power down that slender thread that remained, forcing every erg of his being into Sally’s mind.There, wrapped around her emotions, tangled in the fibers of her very being, was a mass of emerald threads, all tying into a single emerald-colored cable that stretched off through the wall, out of the hotel and into the city.Without even consciously making a decision, he linked with Sally and Zoe, then thrust himself down the massive,. I moaned,looking away and she giggled. "We've got some time before Mom comes homeI think. Make the best of it."And she was gone.I looked around and rolled about tugging at my bonds again but I knew Iwas still trapped. I had not been able to free myself the entire day andI knew that nothing had changed in the last few minutes. Though too,something had changed...Christy had become cruel somehow. She was even more dominant and evil asshe taunted me in my bondage. I was wondering if what had once.