Her head whirled. But instead of horror and revulsion, Miranda felt something else: helplessness that turned to curiosity, fear that turned to anticip...tion and shame that flared into excitement and desire. She sensed a face inches from her's. She smelled fresh black pepper and maybe red wine. The kiss, when it came, was gentle, almost tender. “No,” she whispered. Another kiss from another mouth that tasted faintly of mint. So did the tongue that flickered between her lips. “Don't... please,. He then stopped peeing and shoved his cock in my mouth. he said your gonna be my urinal bitch and learn how to drink straight from the tap and you better swallow every drop and not spill any and shot a stream op piss hard down my throat. I tryed to swallow as much as I could but it was to much and making me gag. It seemed like he was peeing for ever before he was done. Then his wife came in sat on my face and started peeing in my mouth and all over my face. I was getting discusted and just. Morgan began to worry. If someone knew he had money they might have rolled him in his sleep, or even killed him. He knew that was silly, but anxiety causes us to think irrationally. Then again, he hardly knew Blake. He had said he didn’t drink or use drugs, but how could he be sure. He may have used the money to get soused or high. Maybe he had been wrong to hire him.That afternoon his phone rang, and when he answered it the voice said, “Morgan? Hi it’s me, Blake. How are you?”Morgan let out a. I casually said that I was going to have a quick wank before bed, and before he had a chance to react I grabbed a hold of my now sopping foreskin and pulled, my head plopped straight out. I moved my fingers back and covered it again. I repeated the actions as he started to breath again. Then I saw a flicker in his eyes, the lust that was there changed to curiosity and in a croaking voice he asked what it was like to have a foreskin. I now knew I had him. I told him that it was hard to describe.