No TV, stereo or other loud noise after 11 pm. Wendi had no problems with any of that. The apartment was on the second floor of a single family home.... The downstairs was occupied by Professor Harris and her teenage son, Chris. The apartment was functional. They had a bathroom with a walk-in closet off the bedroom. There were two standard beds, two dressers and a desk. The larger multi-use room had another desk two chairs, a cooking and eating area with a small round table and two chairs. It. She shook her head as she was not expecting that at all. She went to turn her head out of instinct, but then remembered what he had told her. She settled in and tried to be nonchalant but was convinced that she had been seen and possibly even heard. She began to blush more and sank down into her seat, almost wanting to disappear in her seat so that no one would know.Moments passed and moments turned into longer moments. Soon forgetting the immediacy of how she felt as they were turned on and. . I figured it skipped a generation.”“What?”“I guess I should have told you, but when I was about your age my grandmother told me.”“Told you what, mom?” Lori yelled as panic took over.“Well, it’s a curse that's has cursed the women in our family for as long as we can trace back but sometimes it skips a generation."“Okay, that’s enough, you’ve had your fun.”“Lori, honey, I’m not teasing. Unless you want to be a succubus forever, you’re going to have to take eighteen souls before your eighteenth. " I couldn't release either the ropes or my bladder. I needed relief fast. I said, "Mistress, what must I endure and what must I do for you to earn the right to piss?"Betty hmmm'ed and smiled and got up from the bed. She ran to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of wine. She opened it and drank about half. She then poured the rest into my mouth, except for one swallow. She sat down between my legs, bending and spreading them, exposing everything from my balls down. Betty stuck her middle.