"Do you think Gloria is considering giving up D-House?" Chuck asked, surprising Bud."Chuck, by now, you are much closer to her. We don't even have man... advisory group meetings about the slaves any more. I don't think she would give it up until her brother's situation is settled. After that, I think you could talk her into anything. You know, she has been looking for you all her life." Yeah. Ain't I the lucky one, though?" His remark was sincere, not the least bit sarcastic."Get her pregnant.. I work faster and your hips pump you in and out of my mouth.When you clutch my hair, I moan then giggle. The vibration hits a hidden nerve, adding to the stimulation to your delicious cock. I feel it jerk in my mouth.I can also feel you expanding. You make that sound again, but this time more desperate.I pull back, steadying you so that you can no longer push with your hips. I tease only your head again. You hate it when I tease. You grip my hair tightly and pull it back so you can see.I slip. ” She opened the door and left. When I got back to the bar I went over the experience. I wasn’t quite sure what habibi meant; perhaps it was an Arabic term of endearment. I was surprised to note that I wasn’t repelled by the taste of piss. It was a bit salty but there wasn’t all that much of it. Sure I was substituting my tongue for toilet paper but I was also in a great position to explore and taste a woman’s intimacy, and the piss was an integral part of that intimacy. The bartender arrived. Getting started a bit early aren’t we said Dave. Pulling my face from the cock I was devouring I said, just loosening up my jaw honey. I then went back to devouring Chuck’s cock and a couple minutes later was rewarded with a sweet load finding its way to my tummy as I swallowed every drop. I stood up and gazing into Chuck’s eyes gave him a smile and told him to regain his strength because I expected him to fuck me before the night was over. We got redressed and the outfit I was given to wear.