A short while later he excused himself, telling Lynn that he needed to wet for himself.“Very well Sir, but you will never again require the toilet t...o wet. I am to be your receptacle for piss. I need it to remain strong and healthy now that I have changed. ”Shocked at her own words, Lynn thought for a second, became very excited by what she heard herself say, and then took her husband to the bathroom to empty his bladder. She knelt on the floor, placed her hands behind her back, opened her mouth. I lifted her t-shirt and left it bunched above her breasts. To my surprise her white brassiere was unlike her normal underthings—it was extremely romantic and feminine, covered with lace and trimmed with frills. I picked up the camera and added another shot to the series. Then I leaned close to her ear and, running the tip of my finger along the top of her brassiere, said, “Very pretty. Did you wear this just for me?” “Yes.” And then, remembering my preference, continued, “I wore it just for. ‘Did I get roofied?’ she wondered to herself. A headache was making its presence more known, the more awake she became. The throbbing in her head ached more with each beat of her heart, and Victoria closed her eyes tightly, attempting to drive the pain away. Her attempt was futile, and her heart only raced faster as she became more aware of her situation. The room seemed like some sort of doctors office, though with her head tilted to one side she had no idea what was on the other. No. He made me turn around and now I was facing the back of the bus.The back window of the bus was very tall and nobody could see from behind. I placed my hand on the back wall. He pushed his cock again into my asshole and started fucking. I was in deep and intense pleasure.After some good fucking, he cummed inside me. He shot a load of cum inside my ass and stayed there with his cock still inside me. I could feel the hot cum. Then he pulled his cock out and put my underwear back on. He wasn’t.