Daddy! My sister gasped. Youre pissing on Mommy! We stared at our fathers cock, watching his golden piss spray all over our mothers stomach and cunt. ...He is really pissing on her! My sister and I looked at each other then we both moved our hands lower and placed them on our mothers matted cunt bush. Now our father was pissing on our hands, Jakes cock and mothers hot body, My father looked at me expectantly. I took his cue and started pissing on my mother as well. Piss on Mommys pussy, my sister. I put off telling Master my stipulation to going to the pool by voicing concern that my collar would get wet. Master told me he had a brand new, shiny metal collar for me instead.He made me kneel and he removed my leather dog collar. The new collar was a solid piece of stainless steel with a simple hoop in the center. I was honestly pleased he had gotten me a gift.I remember when I was still dating my future husband and Master. My fiancé’s marriage proposal was like everything he did and the. From Assam we came on transfer to Ahmadabad. There we stayed for five years. In these years I lost my father and mother. I was really lonely in all respects. My husband would only bring house hold goods, go to office and sleep. Even after eight years of marriage I was a virgin. I was feeling my life is a waste. I wanted to become a mother, which I felt was my birth right as a woman, but what to do? There was no way out.Then we came to Mumbai on transfer. Here we go a Company accommodation at. He slowly removed her dress as it fell to the floor. Amelia’s plump, voluptuous, 230lb. body was covered in a white corset. She sat on the bed as Trevor removed his shirt and jacket. Amelia was amazed from seeing his strong, ripped body but a little startled when his thorn rubbed against her thigh. ‘Amelia, your beauty amazes me.’ He said looking at every inch of her. His fingers gently touched her porcelain-like skin. She quivered like a bow from his touch. He laid her body down on the bed..