And the sweet smell of her perfumes and soaps were the proverbial icing on the cake.“So ... did Cindi and you talk?” I asked my sister for lack of... a better way to start the conversation.“Of course,” Donna said shortly.“Uh, about me, I mean?”“About how you two made out on the couch or about how you let slip about how you were fucking spying on us?”I winced. But I was glad my sister had broached the subject. I wouldn’t have been able to.“She told you, huh?” I said.“Of course she did, moron.”. I always expect him to openly and truly answer any questions asked by a witnessing lady, no matter how embarrassing they are for him.What always causes great amusement is the simple thing that he has of course to address any women respectfully. The only freedom he has is that he can chose between “My Lady”, “Madame” or “Ma’am” ! So his first “Yes, My Lady” always causes plenty of grinning and smirking and often of course stirs the woman’s curiosity, leading to more embarrassing questions and. The condom caught all, but even the warmth of his load radiating from it didn't do anything for Kit's desperation."I was so close..." Kit moaned. She grated on him, milking his softening cock inside her tight pussy, struggling to revive Allan's shrinking member. Lifting her he grabbed the base of his cock and slipped the condom off."What's that look for?" He said when he finally stopped groaning and opened his eyes, "I thought you were cumming with me, fucking and groaning on me like that.". You continue drinking, every few minutes your bowels evacuate as the fluid does its work. With an audible sigh of relief, you finish the jug of fluid but your gaoler immediately hands you another and commands you to keep drinking. By the time you finish drinking the second jug there is just fluid coming out of your arse. Your gaoler leaves you sitting on the toilet until you appear to have run dry. She tells you to put on a pair of nappy pants that she hands you then takes you to a side room.