“I love the taste of your piss, mistress. It makes me feel so ... dirty, and owned. Like, I know it’s not a reward, nor is it gentle, but it’s r...ther there to put me in place and make sure I’ll be your servant in all things, even if it’s to drink down your pee.”I sat back down in my own chair and smiled at her, my pussy still slightly wet, leaving a small stain on my lap. “This is going to be a wonderful trip, slave,” I said, rubbing across my breasts, feeling turned on by her presence, her. Dumbstruck with awe I could only watch helpless as their put my hands on their dicks. Instinctively I wrapped my fingers around their shafts. They were warm, rock hard, and the skin was soft on my palms. More pictures snapped as I slowly started pumping each dick, fascinated by the contrast of dark skin against my pale hands.I couldn’t help myself really. The way they were rubbing my tits, teasing my clit, and fingering my pussy had me so hot I was losing control. Forgetting that the camera was. Samantha she yelled come out and show daddy what you look like. I walked into the living room slowly, putting one foot across the other like she had told me, I wondered why I was doing it, and started to swing my hips as I walked. Oh my, daddy said, our little girl looks good enough to eat. I started to blush with his praise. Come here Samantha and sit on Daddies lap. I jumped up on him and he hugged me and gave me a kiss that was a lot longer than I had kissed someone before. Good start my. After that Cordelia went home to sleep. Cordelia and Anthony walked the village, but they heard and saw nothing. It was a little after midnight when she got home. She made a bath and washed away the day that clung to her skin. She wrapped the towel around herself just as there was a knock at her back door. ‘Micah, oh Lord I forgot he had asked to come over tonight,’ she thought in a panic. She stood there not knowing if she should open the door or not. He knocked again and said, “Cordelia,.