It was Marissa's day off at the library and she was catching up on some repairs; a hinge on the kitchen cabinet which prevented the door from closing ...properly and after that re-caulking the bathroom sink.She had just finished putting away the caulking gun when the doorbell rang."Why, Cherie, what a pleasant surprise! Come in. What brings you out this way?" she asked, ushering the teen into the living room where they both sat on the sofa.Marissa wore jeans and blouse while Cherie was dressed in. “Since we have three dominants for the week,” explained Jane, “I captured a couple of extra slavegirls.”Cinny grinned up at Faith. “Isn’t it so exciting?”Linny grinned at her too. “We’re going to be slave sisters.”This was an unexpected turn of events. She never would have thought that Aunt Jane would do something like this to her own daughters. But then again, she thought, her own mother had just treated her like a slave. Anything seemed possible these days.It was also a surprise that her. I got onto my back on the white porcelain,turrned on the tap, and asked the women if they would crouch over me and have a little whizz. I was hoping that what I wanted to do wasn't so far off the scale of their kink meters that they would be scared or too disgusted to continue. I should not have worried. Each woman squatted and pissed on me. My hair was soaked and the pee was dripping off my boobs and my chin. I knew they wondered if I was kinky enough to drink it. I'd been doing that since I. Without warning, I grabbed her panties, yanking them down. There was nothing to stop me now and I slid my hard cock in to my balls. She was soaked and took it with ease. She had no time to object if she wanted to. As I enter her, she let out a moan of surprise and pleasure combined. She was tight, like her sister. I continue to pump, and Vicky was matching the rhythm. I reach into my pocket grab my phone and made a short 10 second video, hit send, and snuck it back into my robe pocket. By this.