But she takes the tacks and heads for the kitchen. That leaves me to pop over to the pharmacy and get some rubbing alcohol.15 minutes later we reconve...e in her room. I have not only managed to procure a box of alcohol pads (the same that nurses use before they take your blood or give you an injection), but also a box of one-time sterile needles! These are much better than thumb tacks! Don’t ask how I got them, though. God knows what the pharmacist thought ... but never mind that, what matters. It was then He grunted and a hot, golden stream splashed my breasts.I was stunned and humiliated, but the raw intimacy of His urine raining on me was a thrill beyond belief. It was surprisingly hot, and as his stream poured over my cleavage and ran up to my throat. I opened my mouth, determined to accept his fluid as a reward for my obedience.It was an incredible sight. His stream glistened in the candlelight and splashed over my skin like a hot shower. I watched in rapture as He changed aim. I closed my eyes to compose myself so I did not see the hand that struck me across the face seconds after I closed my eyes. ‘I don’t think I heard your answer slut’, she hissed and I quickly blurted out ‘Yes Mistress Marsha’ . I watched as I said it and tried to prepare myself in case she was to hit me again. But instead of a slap she deliberately reached down and slowly caressed me, sliding her fingers along and into my wetness. A gasp escaped my lips as I was entered. ‘Open your legs wider’. If you forgot to Search For Pebbles In Your Camel Toe you could have the equivalent of a flat tire, so to speak.It could be that a woman found an orphaned infant animal one day and started Petting the Pink Puppy or Buffing The Weasel. Maybe it was a feline and she found herself Petting The Pink Kitty that Ron was talking about or Making The Kitty Purr. If that happened, though, you can be sure she found out that Taming The Tigress, when it grew up, was a very energetic kind of process..