"Like actually sticking those guys' dicks in his old lady, for instance. That would work on a guy, I bet." Yeah, I see that..." Bitch had a point."Bes...des, it's not about fucking or getting head, anyway, is it, Master? It's about domination. I bet you can fuck a guy to prove you own him..." Bitch eyed me sidelong.I thought about it. "Bitch, you're too sneaky for your own good. Yeah, you're probably right..."Bitch smiled. "It's the mission you gave me. I want to succeed."I cocked my head, eyeing. I didnt want her to move but I had to feel more, I had boxer shorts on because they were kinda like wearing shorts but with her butt wiggly my dick found its way out the front hole in the shorts, yikes! I could feel her panties were silk or something very smooth, I soon realized that every time I passed over her nipple she wiggled more on my dick. WOW, am I dreaming…am I this lucky… what do I do now? All of a sudden she turned her head toward me and found my lips kissing me firmly and forcing. Look, I don't even care if you look. I'm gonna squat right here and piss." Do you REALLY not mind if I look?"She looked sideways at me. I could tell she was steeling herself, and then she flashed me a sexy smile. "Maybe I kindof want you to look. Do you want to?"She started undoing her pants hurriedly. She was wearing jeans and a yellow blouse.I, too, steeled myself and made a split-second decision. This was a rare opportunity. "Of course I want to look," I said. "I love watching women piss.. I think it was because my asshole was still feeling kinda stretched and overused from her strapon the night before. I was proud that I could "man up" and take it, even though she had verbally attacked my manhood and given me reason to feel like a wimp. It was kind of confusing and I was having a little difficulty switching gears from that newly discovered sissy slave side of me. Rene had promised to be my slave on the final night of our trip. Despite the things she had said about owning me.