Then I scrambled after what I assumed was an escaping Brit, perhaps the column's only survivor since it was not our company's custom to take many pris...ners unless ordered to do so.Ahead of me I heard a shrill cry of pain, pushed aside some limbs and found myself facing a beautiful young woman with a small pistol in her hand and a look of agony on her lovely face. She was standing on one foot and leaning back against a tree. And, most unusual, she was wearing britches and boots like a. I can't believe what I'm hearing and I feel a little shocked, yet at the same time very aroused by it. Being a submissive myself the whole scene before me is making my pussy soaked. I know it is wet because I feel an instant need to push two of my fingers deep inside me, fingering myself like never before. My hips move to meet my fingers and force them in deeper. I can see Lucy is holding back her orgasm even though I can see in her face how difficult that is. I feel myself getting closer to my. I removed my finger, Polly looked at me again, and watched as I licked my fingers, once again they went back into her slit, and again I drank her pee and dampness.Polly watched as I sucked her pee into my mouth with a wicked grin on her lips, I smiled down at her as she watched.My hand went back to her pussy, my fingers delving a little deeper into her; she was becoming damper as my fingers probed her opening.Polly moved and turned slightly toward me, her chest facing me, one leg between mine,. He opens the front door and he motions to the classy vintage style stair leading to the second floor. I ask if his apartment is on the second and he nods affirmatively. I notice once we're on the second floor that there are only three doors for the corridor. He leads me to the third where we walk in to one of the most spacious apartments I've ever seen. He grins a bit and tells me that this is his dream pad. I get the quick tour of the main floor and kitchen and am totally amazed. It was open.