He smiled and then put his hands around my face and kissed me softly. He was a good kisser, I must admit. He pulled back and then kissed me again, t...is time his tongue snaked into my mouth. His hands moved down the side of my body and grabbed my ass. He squeezed me while he was kissing me hard. I felt my body responding. Damn him. I put my arms around his neck.“That’s my girl. Now let’s get you dressed.” He said and left me breathing hard in the middle of my living room.He opened the. “What’s that?” he asked, nodding toward the plug.I moved it behind the store bag in the other hand, hemming and hawing about a pet toy for my dog. Before he could reply, I suddenly felt my jock fill with a warm wetness which then leaked down my shaven legs to my flip-flops. I had forgotten about the piss-bag that Master had ordered taped to me under my pink top. He had pressed a button on his phone in South Africa and sent a signal to pierce the bag holding my stale piss. My jock and shorts. I tied her wrists to the posts."A little blindfold too" I said as I tied a bathrobe tie around her head.I then went into the bathroom got out my surprise – it was Terry, the young black stripper that Wendy had sucked off the week before.Having missed out on Wendy's indiscretion I had decided that I wanted to see her get fucked by him. It would be the perfect way to wipe the slate clean for me. Terry just had to be perfectly quiet as I didn't want Wendy to know until he had finished.Wendy lay. It was filling up and getting stiffer.She looked up at his face, “Whut’s goin on? Did Ah hurt it?”He smiled, “Not at awl. It do that sometahmes but Ah guess yew are makin it feel good.”“Jest touchin it?” she commented as it got longer and harder since she hadn’t let go.JJ smiled even bigger, “It dew more than pee. Ah heared thet it kin make a girl feel reel good when it be big.”“How?”“Ah ain’t shure. Mebby yer Maw kin tell us.”They’d had a good pickin so JJ suggested they go to the beaver pond.