After she had gulped it down with the cream she looked at him with a slightly annoyed expression. Paul looked into the cup and realized it was the one...full of her piss from earlier. “Sorry.” He ran to the kitchen to drain in.Gene had started laughing though. “You’re right, she’s nothing like the girls at school. She’s much better. Can you imagine one of them gulping down their own piss? She’s a real slut.” He stepped up onto the couch and pushed his cock into her still open mouth. She tried to. What should I do to keep from being lonely?”Her fake frown was a dead giveaway.“We’ll talk about it this evening,” he smiled. “I’m sure we’ll think of something.”It was amazing how a smile and a kiss from the big blonde could wipe away all his doubts and worries. He could feel the energy coursing through him at the thought of Kirsten alone in her apartment for several days. Opportunities didn’t come that often and this one was too good to pass up; particularly since she’d made it obvious how. Nor was tobacco the only substance she could smell burning, as someone else in the hall had decided to one-up her and others’ flaunting of their Diplomatic Immunity.Cocaine was undoubtedly being snorted close by, as well. She’d never had a problem with it; it was something she’d done for fun, and quitting had been as easy as her husband asking her to. Count Vincenzo Ramon de San Finzione had led men to repel the Nazis from his castle and then his nation at the age of thirteen, saved his. What made her day was playing with her pussy while watching Saw. A really fucked up lady! She could not help but her turned on by watching a guy cut his foot of with a saw. It made her pussy very wet. She saw her mother reaching for a leather paddle when a bullwhip caught her eye. The whip measured eight-feet in length and hung on the wall next to a tool kit. As Donna was ready to smack her daughter's ass with the paddle she heard: "Stop! Use that one" Sabrina said pointing to the whip .