I groggily felt around in the dark until I got a hold of it. Half asl**p and blinded by the bright light of the screen my heart skipped a beat when I ...read the short worded text message sent from Mistress. “It’s on” was all it read. I knew that everything I knew about myself, and any morals I had were soon going to be altered and destroyed. Let’s go back to the start and allow me to elaborate on the situation that changed everything for me. My name is Brandy, I was formerly referred to as. She asked if i had a condom because she wanted to be safe and not have to worry about anything. i told her no but that i knew where i could get one. i told her to wait here.i went across the street to my one friends house they were away on vacation and they asked me to put their mail and papers inside there house so i had a key. me and my friend both knew that his father was having an affair with the woman down the street so he had to have a bunch of condoms somewhere i found them in no time. The urine pooled at her knees and feet, the sweltering heat from it rose like steam and warmed her chilled flesh.Her pussy twitched twice to release the last ounce of fluid into the stinking puddle, then the stream abated.Kirsten cried tears of utter, helpless mortification as she looked at the veritable lake of urine she was kneeling in. All of the achievements in her life, her sacrifices for the company had been obliterated by this - she'd pissed on the floor in the corner like a poorly. The water started to sprinkle down on her lithe young body mesmerizing me with each drop that fell on her hair, neck, breasts, nipples…down to her waistline and her ass crack. After watching for a few seconds I looked down and said “I should leave, now that your water temperature is fine” saying this I took a few steps back. She held onto my shirt and said “you look and smell dirty, why don’t you shower with me” I started to protest but it was too late she had pulled me right under the shower.