I would rather be drinking a White man's piss than my own, but I had to start somewhere. I drank a large quantity of water and then had my hands and ...feet tied over my head so my pussy was directly aiming at my mouth. The reason he had tied me up was because in previous attempts I had backed out of it and I tried to avoid the piss and it was my wish to be tied up because I wanted to push myself to complete the task and not to disappoint my White prince any more. So this time I really was. And I've got a real talented right hand ... well trained, years of experience, able to be rough or gentle as the situation calls for, and very much an expert in knowing what my cock likes. I was just about to shake my prick like the end of my pretend piss, when I heard the john door.Now, when you're in a public john like this one, even the straights who are at the urinals tend to look over their shoulders, some of them really, really quick so they can pretend it didn't happen at all, to see. Her physique, barely covered by the two pieces of leather was a finely chiseled body of solid muscle, of big biceps, firm tits, ripped abs, tight ass, and thick legs. “like it?” she asked, “as good as your magazine girls?” samir could only gawk and had a sensation of his manhood rising to the occasion. “I trained hard for the last one year, to give you what you only dreamed about.” Samir fell to his knees, wrapped his hands around her and began to furiously kiss her legs, ass, and thighs.Anita. "I'll call you if I can. I fly to Paris on Monday as you well know.Don't hurt my car; drive it carefully," Reginald slammed the door andleaned in the window to kiss Betty goodbye.Reginald stormed back into the cottage, slamming the door closed onhis way into the lounge room where Charlotte sat quietly sobbing withher head in her hands.Reginald took a fistful of her hair and yanked Charlotte to her feet.He stared at his son's face with loathing and disgust. Still holdingCharlotte by her hair he.