Shoving it back into her bag in annoyance, she stalked on towards the station house. It was strangely cold, not least on her upper thighs, which were ...are above her stocking tops and exposed to the small gusts that wafted up under her skirt as she walked, and she soon felt her nipples harden under her shirt in sympathy. A thin mist hung low to the ground, highlighted by the anaemic platform lighting, and small eddies began to swirl as the train beside her hummed back to life and began to inch. I was brought into a white-tiled room with the other piss slaves from the lounge and what appeared to be another 20 slaves. We were all gagged and carrying a jug of piss. My keepers took delight in telling me that Club U was a green facility and that we would be recycling my piss and collecting it for use later on this weekend. Mounted in the floor was a huge collection drum and we were led up to it in groups of 5. I watched as the catheter tubes were uncoupled from the gags and directed into. .. i stood no chance, for so i thought.I ask the bartender for another beer, as she gets it for me, who would walk over but her, the woman i was just checking out. She comes over and tells me her name is Jackie. I introduce myself and we proceed to do that awkward chit chat before you hook up. After two more beers shes asks me to leave with her. In no time i ask for the check and we make it to her place.She takes me to the bedroom, we start making out. She leaves to go grab a drink from her. Ashleigh leaned over and kissed her ass cheeks as she was almost in position, then held the dildo at the entrance to her pussy. She urged Diane to continue to back up while she held the dildo firmly, not allowing the moving Diane to put any pressure on Sharon just yet. Diane inched her way backward, impaling herself on the hard rubber cock, moaning as she felt it enter her cunt. She continued moving backward at Ashleigh’s urging until she felt Sharon’s buttocks against her own. When the two.