.. have you even tried somewhere else?", asked Frankie"For what? Going outside is too much work...", answered Baroness."Well, I have the number of a g...y that could help you...”“Who?”, asked the inhabitant of the Home.“He is someone that had trouble with an imaginary friend times ago, Tim is the name if I recall... he is a lawyer specialized in cases of v******e”, told the redhead."Tim... well, I think I can take the shot. Can you call him for me then?" Sorry, I can’t... but here is his phone. I did not remove my hands and instead started stroking her back and her neck and shoulder slowly. She also did not object. “Do you like it?” I said. She just stared at me for a while and again went back to watching the scene.After around 15 min of steamy scenes the clip ended and she was sitting there a bit dazed. “Haven’t you watched porn before?” I asked. “No Sumantra. This was my first time. Were they really doing it that way”, she asked. There was a lot of oral sex involved and it seems she. “No you don’t understand, you have to say Piss Sarah.” she said.“Piss Sarah.” I ordered. Suddenly she started to piss like a waterfall.“You may say stop!” she said.“No drain yourself,” I ordered.The piss hissed and rebounded from the soft earth. Crystal clear fresh piss, not stale stinking piss.“I want you to fuck my ass now,” she smiled.“I bet you haven’t shit for days,” I challenged.“Oh dear, you have outwitted me,” she grinned.“No, I shall have Dr Weissman do it,” I insisted, “Come.”We. She had married a man who called himself an apothecary, although the only potion he concocted was poitin – potcheen, as it is known in English. Eileen gathered the herbs and plants used to flavour the brew, and became expert in using the flora she gathered to treat ailments, make love potions, and poisons. In earlier times she would have been regarded as a witch, and even in these, more enlightened, times people crossed themselves when seeing her. I became her apprentice when I was ten. Eileen.