"We are thinking one trip to the bar. A big bowl of soup and one sandwich with whatever you can get on it, for five bucks plus tax." Cheryl suggested...."That sounds like a hell of an idea. Well I have to get on over to the mall and walk. Good luck with your idea," I said as I hobbled to the door.At the mall I hobbled my one lap on each level without seeing Tiny Dancer. We didn't always meet at the mall. As a matter of fact, we missed each other as often as we connected. I wasn't ready to stretch. Every and any future man your with, if its not me, needs to know you were mine first, he released her arm. She was just sniffling now, but he thought she was too pretty to cry. He pulled a chair in front of her and sat there. Somehow, being dominant over her was making him so hard it hurt. She looked at him disgustedly as he rubbed his hard cock. Come here, babe, I dont want to force you, she didnt budge, fine. I guess I will have to force you. With that he jerked her towards him, causing her. I kind of got the feeling that she had started on Ian and this was her way of telling me.I could just about sense some arm movement next to me. In the darkness I felt to stroke Alison’s face but got the back of her head. I kept my hand on her head and could sense she was kissing Ian. I heard the sound of a zip so it was clearly that Alison or Ian was at this point, taking his cock out.I felt Alison sort of shift sideways a little and her right leg came over towards my leg. I got the feeling she. Her cheeks were dripping with piss, as bubbles foamed into the toilet where the stream hit. Did you like that, slut? he asked when he was done, tucking his cock away. Yes, sir. Thank you, sir she replied. Do you know what that makes you? A piss drinking, whore, sir? she asked Thats right. Only a truly dirty whore would lap up piss like that. Im not even sure a dog would drink piss. An idea struck him then. Show me what a good piss-drinking whore you are, and lap up some more of that toilet.