I wrinkled me nose to the taste, curled me lips around your cock. The taste was foreign to me, something that had never been dreamt of to be drank. No...t by me, anyway. I knew other's drank their own piss, that it was even healthy for them. I also knew that other's still, had drunk their urine as a matter of survival. But, to drink it as punishment? To be made to swallow every drop?I kept my eyes on yours. Your protruding belly not even getting in the way of our line of sight. Our eyes were. 30pm and as darkness fell Burton Manor was bathed in the glow of twofloodlights set at the front. This at first sight gave the building asinister appearance that sent a shiver up my spine. A moment or twolatter we pulled up at the imposing front door. The van doors opened andMiss Howard barked out the command."Out and remember no talking."As I entered Burton Manor I could not help a feeling a mood of impendingmenace. Moving through the large front doors we found ourselves in themain hall. The. She grabs her bag, links arms with Mark and they walk out of the bar without waiting for Martha, who has to run and catch up. They go back to the hotel, Jo and Mark strolling together, laughing, flirting, touching each other, and Martha tagging along a couple of paces behind, like she's not with them.The room is quite large and has 2 double beds next to each other, no more than maybe 3 feet apart. It's perfect for what Jo has in mind and she wastes no time in getting started. She's really. Gently, he touched the silk to my breasts, moving it back and forth. “Wrap the scarf over your eyes,” he said. “I don’t want you to see anything.” Blindfolded, he led me to the bed and had me lie down on my back. Several minutes later, I found myself spread-eagled and bound on the bed. Between my legs, the throbbing began. With yet another scarf, I felt him tease me again, dr****g it over my face and then my now stiff nipples, caressing, tickling. Moving it south, he wrapped it between my legs.