Just as Deborah creamed all over her eldest girl’s face, I realized I needed to piss. Pulling Danielle to face me, I offered her a choice. “Are yo... gonna be my toilet, bitch, or do you want to volunteer this big-tittied slut?” I asked, indicating Deborah. “Me,” she sighed, recalling her sister’s bravery. With difficulty, she got on her knees and opened her mouth. At once she was blinded by a torrent of hot piss. “Bastard,” she grunted, yipping with pain and struggling to clear her eyes. The. The wife caught my eye. She was wearing a white t-shirt and striped lycra pant. Her eyes were beautiful. She was lean, but her boobs were large and round. In a nutshell, she was a fuckable material. As I was staring at her, she looked at me and our eyes met. I smiled at her. In response, she looked away from me. Soon I lost myself in the fun talk with my friends and forgot about her.After a while, I remembered her and looked her direction to check what she was doing. To my surprise, she was. ." He gestured at the curtained doorways. " ... and be prepared for the guests' pleasure. Obey them as you would Lord Norlan."Amanda half expected him to say "any questions?" Of course, he didn't, but his eyes found Amanda briefly before he slipped out of the room.Before he had to conduct one himself, Norlan saw little point to a High Feast. Now that he had been put upon to entertain both his peers and his betters with such a gathering, he saw even less point to it.Nevertheless, Norlan played. You can see thru the front of the panties. My flesh and public hairs are visible through the lace, bordered by white satin lycra. I don't know how anyone else feels in these, but I felt like a piece of fluff. Candy, waiting to be enjoyed. With all of myself adjusted, I looked kind of cute. I dared not dally. I got the garter belts, and again, put one on backwards first and then one foreward. As always, I slipped the white elastic straps under my panties. Like always, my stockings were a.