I drop my breast and run my hands down my tummy towards my wet shaved pussy...yes, I shaved it today just for you. My fingers start to rub up and down... my pussy, teasing my clit. "It's getting hard, can you see it baby?"One nail gently scrapes over it, making me draw in a deep breath. I don't say anything, but my eyes close momentarily. Knowing you're watching me so closely turns me on so much. My juices are flowing from my pussy. I dip my finger inside to coat it and begin to draw lazy circles. "Oh, yes, Mistress", he said. "Fill it up, Cass!" She handed the glass to Cassadee. Cassadee dropped her cutoffs and thong, put the glass under her wiry-haired pussy, and filled it up with warm, gold water. Damion was horror struck. The smell of urine is not usually a turn on for me, but where Damion is concerned, rolling in cow pies could get me hot. Cassadee handed the glass of urine to the slave. He feared punishment or maybe he was just really thirsty, but he drank it right down like it was. We had been together as an exclusive married couple for several years now, so to all the sudden be sharing her and my fetish with some person I barely knew, and honestly didn't like, was extremely far out of my comfort zone. But I knew she needed this for whatever reason, and as her husband, I needed to support her and her needs. ...so here we go!I got home at a decent hour that day, and found myself coming home to an empty house. Knowing that her and Norm were likely just not back from their. I picture her boobs to be a B-Cup based on a variety of tops she's worn over the past few months. Now her ass, I mean my god. She has an ass that is to die for. I have found myself walking behind her in the halls just so I can stare at that ass. The way she walks, the way her hips sway, the way her ass contours in tight pants or skirts or dresses. All-in-all Jasmine is a lovely sight.She came to us from a vendor we hired for almost a year now. In the beginning we passed each other in the halls.