I watch entranced as the flow gently subsides to a trickle, leaving a last few drops clinging to your labia.Still holding your swimsuit open, I kneel ...own, feeling my knees splashing into the pee-soaked grass. I place my tongue on your labia and lick the last drops off the pale pink folds of flesh. I wriggle my tongue between the folds and the taste of pee changes to that of sexual juices as I push my tongue as deep as I can into you. The inside of your vaginal passage is as wet as your legs.. . mingled a lot. Best of both worlds ... got paid to mingle with customers there, but it left me time for swing parties on the weekends." Mingle? You're using that in some idiomatic way, Dolores." Well, yes. Mostly buy champagne and have various levels of sex when not dancing. I wouldn't object if you called it prostitution." She raised her eyes and tried to look innocent. "It came to an end. Didn't think it could happen, but I got pregnant."Later, I ran a high-end escort service, but that was. The gantries above which once allowed access to the holds of ships below, now looked down on mud several fathoms deep. The sight was all the more depressing as the tide was out; the rivulets through the thick mire giving the scene a positively evil look. The two men looked about them to ensure they were not seen, and dragged the unfortunate girl through a door into one of these rickety wooden buildings. He waited a minute or two then went to the door they had disappeared through. It was almost. She pulled off her gag and said, “My dear Husband, I knew that you would come for me.” That was all she said as she picked up a saber and shield from the floor and took a defensive stance beside me.By this time, four men had charged at us, and we had no more time to talk. This was the first time that I had seen my wife use a sword and shield in an actual fight, and I was highly impressed. She was as good as me; her only problem was that she was not as strong as me. Since there were only four.