Giving time for this whore's anxiety level to build. She doesn't know what I have in store for her. The belt is open. I then open up my coat to reveal...to my Master and his slut my attire. I am wearing black thigh highs with a garter belt and black lace matching bra and panties. I slowly slide my panties down over my hips and allow them to fall to the floor. I lean myself back over the footboard of the bed and begin to piss. I piss straight into this cum-hungry whore's mouth, she is spitting and. Jesus ... nice goin' Grace."Oh shit, you're toasted. Here, let me help you out." She grabbed my elbow and held it tightly as I successfully squatted and finally relieved myself; one hand on the wall and one hand holding tight to her forearm. She grabbed some toilet paper with her left hand and gently wiped my pussy. Our eyes met again and I just froze. She smiled sweetly as she slowly withdrew her hand.Uh Oh. It's gonna be one of THOSE nights.The next thing I knew, I was on my feet, pushing her. It won’t count if you didn’t shoot inside me,” she explained. “As soon as you finish putting your stuff inside me I will go wash it out so there aren’t any sperm in my uterus to wait for me to be ready to ovulate.”That isn’t sun bleached hair on your head is it? Looks like you were the first one of you three to ovulate today. She said go so she is going to get fucked until I give her a nice big load too. At least she will be washing my sperm out. Too bad her egg will already be fertilized by. He’d known, really, since he first saw her. This one was different. This one was his. He drew in a deep breath at the thought and became increasingly conscious of her naked body pressed against his. He still throbbed where she’d made love to him with her lips and tongue. His gaze drifted down from her eyes to her gently parted lips. She seemed to panic a little, her hand darting up to cover her mouth, her eyes lowering…in embarrassment? Why? Because she’d just had that same mouth on his cock?.