She might have decided to wear nothing at all, but she could hear the voice of Janet's son at the table, and appearing naked in front of the young boy... might be the type of freedom even Janet would not condone.Finally, after brushing her long, tangled hair a little, she stepped out of her bedroom and entered the kitchen."Well, sleepy-head," her sister chirped. "I'm glad to see you finally got up. I hope you realize it's nearly eight o'clock." Eight o'clock?" Kitty asked in a hazy voice. "I only. She was still dressed for work. I suspected she didn't have any panties under her short business skirt. After she started the dryer, she began to load the washer with clothes. When she pulled one of my dirty dress shirts out of the hamper, she held it against her cheek and then pressed it to her nose slowly breathing it in. That's when I realized she knew I was there."Are you just going to stand there?" She didn't turn around to look at me, but instead kept loading the washer.With my long legs,. The fuzziness was undoubtedlydue to the drink we'd consumed... I'd consumed but my lips felt raw.Other sensations started to make themselves felt, rather intimatesensations and I rolled over and sat up. I was still wearing mystockings but the rest of my things were scattered all over the placeand mixed among them were jeans, a sweater, and other clothes from mydream. The bed was empty but I could smell the aroma of sex, and in thebedside bin were some condoms. Rather a lot of them.I remembered. It'll wash off."Pyx looked intensely unhappy. Tears started forming in her eyes. "But ... but that's not right. Menstrual blood is one thing. But I can't put poop on you." By this time she was on her knees, begging. "Don't make me do this. You can poop on your slave, if you want. But a slave should never poop on her master."I thought this through, for at least a minute, though I knew the solution, immediately. "There's one thing we can do. It'll make sure your poop won't get on my cock. It's.