She carried a brandy snifter, and the carafe sat on the library desk. Janet remembered when she and Camille had served the two Mistresses, and how ... friendly they seemed. She fantasized that one-day she would be a Mistress, and enjoy the company of others of similar rank. And to enjoy the attention of slaves to her every whim! However, it was lonely passing the time. Television watching seemed dull, and watching a tape only whet her appetite for when she would have the chance to. He approached to captain and said-The queen wants to pee, should we untie her. Captain said-No need, you take care of her problem and wash her after she is done.The soldier make her stand on her feet and lifted her robe to her waist and command her to pee.She began her flow standing there as the whole troops watch her pee. The soldier started to tear off the remaining portion of her garter and torn panties. As the last drop of pee goes out from her pussy, he started to wash her with water. Cold. She gave my dick a few more sucks and jerks and before I knew it, I let out a powerful moan and orgasm which was followed by a huge blast of cum hitting her face with five separate enormous loads. Her face was practically drowning in cum, just dripping off her cheeks, nose, eyelashes, forehead, and lips.I was amaze at my work I did on her face but my huge cock was still hard if not harder then ever.“Oooooh baby. Your still throbbing hard isn’t you,” she says speaking to my huge dick. She uses. ”“Wow! Off the grid. Cool!” Megan nodded. “It’s good that you can write everyday.” “I’m actually pretty shy,” I continued, “so what happened with us last night was pretty different for me. Nothing like this has ever happened to me. It just seemed that when you walked in, something took over and I immediately knew I wanted you.” “Me, too. I’m actually very shy, too, believe it or not,” Megan said. “But like I told you, when I stopped in that bar, wanting to break out of my professional role, I.