She was fairly attractive for a sixty year old but one thing I did notice was the fact that her demure dresses were always very tight – especially a...cross her arse. One evening just as I was ready for home, she buzzed down asking a big favour.“Robert, I know you’re ready to leave but I am getting severe cramps in my thighs, I can hardly move. I am a bit embarrassed but as I know you’re discreet, could you by any chance come up and get my legs going, so to speak.” She went on to explain that what. She told me that when they started the luncheon she wanted two carafes half full of pee or one full one, she didn't care which. Then she wanted me to be able to provide refills at least twice during the luncheon, she thought the ladies would like the "little show".I did what I was supposed to, I drank a lot of water and juice (apple, cranberry, blueberry) after breakfast so I could fill the carafes. I filled two of them half way and got myself ready for the party by getting myself close to. Heather was moaning and pleading with me to make love to her, make her a woman. I continued fucking her virgin pussy for a few more minutes. I pulled it out and told her to turn over. She turned around and laid on her back, spreading her legs and opening her pussylips with her cute little fingers. I looked down and poked my cock into her pussy once again. Once I was inside she wrapped her arms around my neck and looked straight into my eyes.“Do it, Do it daddy, take my virginity, I have been. “I understand, I was nervous when he chose me as well.”“Chose you?”“Yes, Bomani took me off the Harlem streets and introduced me to a whole new way of life. You should be honored.” The older woman declared. “So, he does this all the time?” Gerald asked in shock.“I guess you at least deserve to know exactly what you’ve gotten yourself into. The man who chose you, is Bomani Black, a 1st class Bitchmaker. Allow me to elaborate. He is a man so dominant, so masculine, so strong and authoritative,.