As Iwalked the couple of steps to the toilet, I noticed that the insides ofmy thighs were wet and gooey as they rubbed against one another. Thewater s...plashing into the bathtub covered the sound as I sat on thetoilet and the pee drained out of my bladder. I realized just how muchdifference there is between men and women. Carol gave me a wad of toiletpaper and told me to wipe myself dry. When I stood up, she raised theseat, grasped her penis in her right hand and for the first time in herlife. I beg YOU,MISTRESS, to undertake to cum, urinate, and/or spit on my food and beverages. Please, MISTRESS, use me as YOUR ashtray and spittoon, and force me to lick YOUR spittle, cum and piss off the ground!!!Whenever YOU or one of YOUR friends needs to piss, I must offer my mouth as a urinal. If YOU or one of YOUR friends so like, they may piss all over me. Force me to always offer my mouth wide open and without turning away, if and as long as I am spit or pissed on.I need to be forced to piss. Tasted, well, great! She couldn't explain it, but the texture was nice, and the taste was nice -- and the SMELL was CERTAINLY nice! It all seemed so... natural. What else was going on? Claudette thought about it, vaguely, sucking the spongy tip of Ted's cock. Why did she feel so free? She wasn't... conflicted... Little Beast was gone -- or something... No, she was there -- they just weren't fighting... Thank God she was kneeling -- her cookie was becoming a sloppy mess, and it itched and burned. One was a black and white photograph and the other two were prints of paintings by not particularly talented artists."No, I didn't choose the decor!" laughed Binta, sitting on the edge of the bed while Ana cast her eyes around. "I hate the pictures and red is not my favourite colour! I'd have painted it green, I think, if I'd had the choice. But at least I get a nice view."Ana smiled shyly, closed the door behind her and strode to the window to survey the City of Blad below. It still seemed.