Oh dear God, Ilsa thought, how can this be happening?She peeked again, to make sure her eyes and her mind were not playing tricks on her. If it wasn't... her, it was certainly a close relative. Like a twin sister maybe.She tried to calm her panicked mind, certain that the pounding of her heart was audible to everyone. The lady in the park had been wearing sunglasses, she told herself. Maybe it's not her. The short, wavy blonde hair was the same though, and Ilsa had seen her smile through the van. I had forgotten to close the door properly in excitement. She came towards me and I begged to her for sorry as I think she may throw us out of her house and she forgave me quickly and I was surprised and said that she had come to ask for the rent money and we talked about studies and exam and then she asked about my gf and I said that she lives at Hyderabad. So she said you must be missing her a lot and I said sometimes.Then she asked that what I was watching and I was dumbstruck and said. He didn't bring me in to the bathroom with him to be an audience. I was forced to listen to the stream of piss get weaker and then the last few spurts splash into the bowl. Then he grabbed a handful of my hair and forced his cock into my mouth.I gagged and nearly threw up. But there was nothing in my stomach and I had every reason to believe that if I did vomit I would become reacquainted with the cattle prod. So I forced myself to calm down and get the gagging under control.I nearly lost it. Ifthe fresco had been glaring at him like a magnifying glass on an ant, itseemed to be now glaring at the whole entire world like an ant farm,glaring with the power and omniscience of the sun itself. He sweated allover like he had done ecstasy. He nearly felt like he was in ecstasy.Everything felt alive and illuminated.He shifted once more in his chair, feeling as if he were under a hotlamp in an interrogation room. He wiggled his toes again; he felt likespiders were crawling up his legs."Wow,".