The men got out of the Limoand stood around her laughing and joking.One after another they aimed a steady stream of piss on her. It was cold and Karin... was shivering. Naked she was unable to move.The Limo drove off slowly down the alley.It was cold and she was wet covered in piss, unable to move.Lying there what seemed forever she heard men walking down the alley.Please help me. Help me.They stopped to look. Oh thank you, Thank you. Wait. What are you doing to me.Karin passed out as she was. She met me at the bottom of the hill and she was beautiful Blue Dickies Blue Bandanna and a crop top Dallas Cowboys jersey She was about 5'2 Long black hair olive colored skin and a tight little body. She had that Chola style makeup like most Surenas wore in the 90's painted on eyebrows blue eye shadow and blue lip stick with a black outline with a fake mole. We walked and talked.The more I looked at her, the harder my dick became. I needed to close the deal ASAP. I took her to the spot we use. She was wearing three inch high heels and that brought her height up to about five feet ten inches. Her hair was dish water blond and was cut short. Her figure was slim and in proportion to her height. The high neckline of her dress along with its cut hid her breast size. His hand which was on her back when they were dancing didn't feel a bra strap and that puzzled Ed a little.No words were spoken while they danced. When the song ended she thanked him for the dance and started to walk. Once Master had asked if it reminded her more of Mel Gibson or of Danny Glover with a devious glow in his eyes. He had been holding his cane, and she had known that this was one of those questions, that would lead to a lovely sore butt, no matter what she answered.She had looked him squarely in the eyes and told him in an affronted tone of voice that the tool of HER master reminded her of none of those goofy dorks. That it was lethal because it caused “the little death” so often. This reference.