“I want you to see this, Cassie… pay close attention.” Cassie sat in her desk, her eyes wide, and nodded slowly. I reached up and grabbed Michel...le’s skirt, lifting it up over her waist. She gasped and wiggled her perfect round ass. “Do your worst, sir,” She whispered. “You know I like it kinky.” I couldn’t resist running my hands over her satin clad cheeks, feeling her muscular thighs. She gasped…then I brought my right hand down and slapped her ass—hard. Michelle jumped, then sighed. “Count. Back I retreated to the head being enfolded by her engorged labia, forward advancing to the root, out by half – and then as deep as I could. My balls squished on her ass-crack, my cock plugged at her uterus, the tip touching the nubs at the inner core. I held that connection of love for long moments then, instinct took over and I began to saw in and out. She gave cries and moans, encouraging me with movement in sync with mine.Our mutual pleasure gained momentum as the fucking rhythm picked up;. "That comment only made things worse. The swirling chaos explodedaround Mike and Stewart closed his eyes as the delicious energiesstreamed into him. As it coursed through his veins, he considered thatthe difference between wanting to do something and being controlled byit were razor thin. His pulse quickened as Mike took off his shirt.Mike's pecs stuck out prominently and his stomach rippled with muscles.The sight brought out unexpected feelings and Stewart fell deeper intothe darkness.Mike. Oh, she so wished it was piss. Mary's piss, Karen's piss, Mr Mead's piss, anyone's piss. “Please yes” slurped Michelle “Please can I have piss, I want to drink lots of piss”“You will,” said Mary “But you have to listen to me first. Will you listen to me, Michelle?”Michelle nodded. She felt euphoric, horny as hell and desperately wanted someone, anyone, to piss on her. She must also honour this woman Michelle thought hazily. Honouring surely meant she would receive some warm, yellow piss.Mary.