"Agent Bryce is here, sir," said Symonds' secretary Juan, formerly Carla, into her intercom."Send her in, Mr Ruiz," he replied."Certainly, sir," said ...Juan, releasing the intercom button and looking up from his desk at me."He's in a really strange mood," he said. "According to the grapevine, his marriage is in trouble." I guess his wife finally got fed up of his philandering," I said. "Thanks for the heads-up." Ah, Bryce," said Symonds, glancing up from the report he was reading as I entered,. I could piss again by the time we got there, so I told her that I needed a toilet, and (while softly caressing her ass) asked if she was thirsty. “Yes, Master.”“Well, what would you like to drink?” “Please, Master. May I drink your piss for you? I want to be your toilet.” I made her kneel down again in the middle of the road -the way Virginia Beach maintained their roads, it wasn’t any problem at all to find a small mudpuddle she could kneel in- and take me in her mouth again. This time she. Still dazed he waited with his head bent for the line to move forward. At last it was his turn to be cuffed to the man who had stood in line in front of him. "Come on, get your asses in gear," the raspy voice commanded.The guard herded them down a long corridor, through the steel security door and into a courtroom. This was all a dream; it had to be. Mark sat in the end chair, numb and silent. When they were released from their cuffs, the chains dropped to the floor with a noisy clatter. There. With a smile, she flushedthe toilet. The icy cold water cascaded over Jade?s face, carrying awaythe urine and used paper, flooding through the gap by her chin and over herbody encased in the pipe. She spluttered and coughed and wanted nothing morethan to wipe her face, but could do nothing. Her ordeal though, was not yetover. Shilpa sat down again and Jade knew exactly what wascoming. The brown ring of Shilpa?sanus flexed again. More farts escaped, but this time they were simply toannounce that.