After relaxing a while and engaging in a fair amount of useless banter, Sheryl popped up with the inevitable question, "so, who's up for a walk?"Upon ...returning, Marissa and Sheryl were positively bursting. "C'mon guys we have to move." Why? We just got here," Daryl asked perplexedly."You've gotta see the end of the beach that we just saw" Sheryl exclaimed."I don't understand," he complained."Just c'mon," Marissa returned "you'll see." C'mon Daryl," I said rising "no sense in trying to argue. "Eat your dinner slowly, enjoy the food and the wine and the company." I said to her in a firm voice. "Yes Master, you see," she said with a smile crossing her face, "that is exactly what I was talking about earlier. Rather than have me feed you and rub myself all over you, you order me to eat my dinner and enjoy it!" Then something unusual happened. As I watched her take her next bite of food, all of a sudden her eyes got really wide and she moaned as she chewed and swallowed. Her lesbian tendicies were ignored.I began to see a pattern I did not like at all. By this time Janet and Anna were actually becoming enthusiastic lovers, and Anna actually begged me to fuck her one night. I told her I thought she was a lesbian - how could she want a man's cock in her pussy?She laughed and said it took a she-male and some loving fucking to show her how wrong she was. We fucked for the first time without any attachments in her pussy, and, while it was nowhere as good as Jenny,. I know now that it was humiliating for him too, being forced to watch while his wife was peed on and witness his wife drinking pee in front of other people. The word was slowly spreading among certain groups that I was a whore, and now I would be known as a pee-drinking slut. Not that I minded, but I did not want people to be saying this behind his back and thinking less of him. Also, I was afraid word of my erotic behavior would find its way to his office and somehow affect his career. A.