I looked at her, naively thinking that it may have been an accident, but instead she seemed to be enjoying it.“Oops!” she said, giggling, “I hop...e you don’t mind? It’s my thing.”For a second I thought I was going to cum. Her unexpected pissing on my hand had an immediate reaction in me. I absolutely loved the cheekiness of her behavior and warmth of her piss on my hand. No girl had ever suggested it before and here was a girl who took charge by doing just what she wanted, without even. "Probably more. He was sitting opposite to you at the table and you looked so gorgeous in that dress and he was getting teased with glimpses of your breasts. It must have blown his blood pressure over the top, I am surprised you managed to get here with the dress still on." Marion thought back to that evening."Yes. I did tease him. I seem to have found an exhibitionist streak in me. I kept turning slightly and leaning forward showing him just a little bit more of my breast. He seemed to like. She’d stay nude except for a red silk ribbon in her hair. Sometimes with the shoes she came in —high heels or flats. The three men who lived there were like her pimps. She’d answer to them, no matter what filth they had her do. I wanted to tell her to wake up and get away. Maybe she was brainwashed. Torture can change the inside of you. A reward and punishment thing. If she sucked cock well, she’d get a reward. Money? Yes, she was getting a little extra. I could use a little extra money myself.. They were only just waking when I brought them'breakfast in bed'. "Well! You're a lot of sleepy heads!" I grinned as Sandie smiled self-consciously. "Did you all sleep well?"The girls chorused, 'yes!', while Sandie simply nodded and took the cupof tea I offered to her. I nodded towards the girls as they scrambled outof bed to get their food."Fun isn't it?" I suggested to her as she sipped her tea."Great!" she giggled softly. "It's lust like my old childhood pyjamaparties. You're a lucky woman.