I wanted to be Your piss slut, Your toilet Master. i wanted to imagine You standing over me and relieving Yourself on me. Feeling the pressure of Y...ur piss against my skin as i masturbated for You. Having Your permission to cum as You covered me, marking me with Your scent as Your possession.On my knees i spread my thighs as i began to masturbate, eyes closed and thinking of You standing over me Master, encouraging me to be the whore You know i am for You. As i did i sprayed a. As she said this she carefully eased herself off and I used the tissues to not only wipe my tummy but also my face. I was a bit of a mess!“Can you do it to me?” Lynne asked quietly with a nervous expression. I happily agreed and told her to lie on the bed and spread her legs. Susan move to one side as Lynne arranged herself and I knelt between her legs. She grinned at me nervously as I leant down and planted a kiss at the top of the slit of her pussy. She gave a contented sigh as I began. Drool, warm and copious, spills from my mouthas I moan-mumble and forms a little puddle on the flooraround my knees. How degrading! How humiliating! Hgrunts with satisfaction, a leering sneer of lustrearranging his features into those of a centaur, asatanic satyr, the great god Pan.He cups the back of my head again; tired of looking atmy face, no longer wanting eye-contact, requiring onlymy warm mouth, the sight of my kneeling, suppliant,submissive and defenseless body beneath his, enjoyingmy. "Oh no..." I looked down at myself, noticing for the first time that myBrooks Brothers suit was now a woman's suit, from Ann Taylor, I foundmyself remembering; at least it was still a very no-nonsense grey andwell-tailored to fit my modest frame. I looked over at the mirror acrossthe room (why hadn't I noticed that before?), seeing a very petite butprofessional woman. Dark brown hair, mild curves, overall on theattractive side of average but not a woman who'd make every man nearbystare."I.