She hated cleaning the bathrooms and usually only did it twice week. Having them clean the bathrooms nightly was almost worth the money she was paying... them, all by itself.Benny took the trash out to the dumpster. He also carried their supplies out to the van. Upon returning, Benny walked down the hallway to where Tim was vacuuming. “Tim, we’ve been here for forty minutes. We should be wrapping up soon.”“I’m still vacuuming. I’m only halfway done here.” The frustration in his voice at how much. Her breathing was still ragged from her orgasm as he unzipped, pissing on her on the floor, mostly in her face. “Open your mouth, ” he told her.She did, eyes shut tight, as most of it missed, golden heat in her hair, up her nose, coating her, but enough did eventually fill her mouth. She kept still, crying a bit, still shaking.“Fixate on every time a man used you. Touched you. Made you cry. Made you cum. Made you feel alive. Fixate on all that and swallow. ”She did, gulping the acrid salty piss. He’d half-written a book on Paul’s teaching about marriage before he’d begun being counseled for his own upcoming marriage. Reverend Campbell’s advice, not surprising in itself, piqued his curiosity. Where had the parts of Christian teaching about marriage that postdated Paul come from?From that single question, the book he would call Christian Marriage, Evolution of an Ideal had grown like Topsy. (At least he would call it that if he could find a publisher. David Blake’s opinion on Paul was. Mai grinned, Pretty undies you got on. Id like them better on the floor. They said together, and laughed at the stupid pick-up line that many a boy had used on Tayla. Mai slowly pulled off the undies, revealing her friends glistening shaved pussy. The smell of her arousal filled the air, so she leaned in deep, her nose practically touching and took a deep whiff. Now that, is a delicious smell. Both smiled. Mai put a finger on her outer lips, dipping in a tiny bit, feeling her wetness, she moved.