In seconds my mouth was flooded with his piss, and I realized the other Master was correct. i was addicted to it, i swallowed it mouthful by mouthful,...wanting even more when his stream became a dribble. Some had dribbled over my lips onto the coffee table, so he grabbed my head in two hands and used me like a portable vacuum cleaner to lick it up. Not satisfied, he then directed my head to the side and higher…a pause…and then my face was being pushed into Piss-Master ass. i didn’t need orders,. The slimy gurgling and gagging sounds of tender and caring motherly deepthroating were as much a part of nature as the singing of the sparrows in the tree. Mom retained amazing and consistent eye contact throughout. Her lips were pouty, her cheeks were hollow and her ponytail was bouncing energetically.Her sensitive fingers were constantly stroking my balls and she was looking up at me with big shiny eyes, making little slurping and encouraging sounds: "Mm! Mm! Mm!" She was putting more feeling. Still she knew he hadn't seen anything yet. Once her breathing was getting back to normal she turned to him and, with a husky tone to her voice, asked, "Did you like that?" Yes, very much." Good," she replied before unfastening her seatbelt, "because now it's your turn." Oh really?" he asked. He laughed and he seemed consumed with his anticipation. Her dainty fingers went to work on the black belt-buckle. The seatbelt that stretched across him partially covered the buckle and caused her to. We laughed, “That HAS to hurt” she said, pointing at my chest. In the rush of adrenaline I’d taken little notice of my injuries, but as I looked down I saw that my shirt was torn and I had scratches on my chest and shoulders deeply. “Not as much as having to pay for that bike,” I said, though her notice of my injuries seemed to have awakened the pain of them. “Where’s the nearest doctor over here?” I asked, hopefully.She said “by this time no one’s available, just park your bike over here and.