"Well, you're not. You're not entitled to shit. If you want a story that caters exactly to your peculiarities, go write it yourself. Otherwise, shut t...he fuck up, suck it up, or get the fuck out!" She stared at me baffled, unable to cope with the situation. I smirked triumphantly, then leaned back with my eyes closed, rocking my hips on her lap as I let it out, pissing straight onto her crotch, a warm stream of urine trickling out of my pussy, soaking her dress. It took her a while to realize. * Froo was almost dancing with delight in front of him, her tangible excitement at her small victory making him glow with pride. ‘I told him, we drop Jace at eight, and when he started to shout at me I told him it’s that or nothing and put the phone down.’ Smiling at the memory of the call, ‘You should have heard him when he rang back straight away. Called me a cow, and a bitch, and then I told him if he didn’t stop shouting at me I would put the phone down and wouldn’t pick it up again to talk. What do you fancy?" I kept plying Jane with glass after glass of champers. We were still in the buff when there was a knock on the door. It turned out to be the meal delivered by a young man - more of a boy really about 18 years old. Jane was so relaxed that she made no effort to cover up. The guy's eyes were popping out of his head.I had no change to hand so I said to Jane "Would you give this guy a kiss and a grope in lue of a tip." "Sure she slurred." So I asked him if he wanted the tip Jane. I tried to answer that I was going inside, but was met with another painful kick to my crotch.As I lay there, holding my crotch, rolling around and moaning in pain, John said,"The second kick was for trying to speak. Now its my turn bitch. Since bitch dogs don't talk, or walk on their hind legs, you're going to follow me inside on all fours, like a good little bitch. And remember, no talking!"John went ahead of me and opened the door to my house. I followed, with my face burning in shame. What.