“Why?”“I want to show you something,” she said. “Not that it matters, I can do it up near the main road, and you will be able to see.”“D... what?” I asked. I wasn’t all that sure what she was on about.“Pee in my skirt, silly,” she said. “Why do you think I wore it tonight? I don’t have panties on, so I can just stand up and pee right on the ground, and nothing will get wet. Don’t look so surprised; I’ve wanted to show you for weeks, you know that. That’s why I normally wear skirts, not jeans any. That night the two newly married couples were back in their apartment. They all took showers and decided they should sleep with their own spouse on their wedding night. It was nothing new to them, but they all loved and kissed their spouses and had sex. It was a traditional ritual. The next day they met their parents for breakfast and then the visitors all left. During the day, the two newly married couples packed their belongings and prepared to leave the next morning. They all agreed it had. ‘It’s just me,’ he said, ‘Sleep my love.’ He placed his hand on the side of her face and leaned over to kiss her gently on her forehead. She sighed, turned her head into his hand and snuggled into it, breathing in his scent fully. She murmured his name and fell back into a deeper sleep. The sound of his whispered name on her lips — made with such love and contentment made him figuratively stand to attention. His heart jumped, his penis became very erect — as hard as he possibly could get. The. What did it matter to him that I might have needs of my own? I was a whore, his whore, powerless to insist n my own pleasure, paid to provide for his. I was his to be used and abused in any way shape or form. There was nothing I could have done to protect myself, nothing to do to stop it, and nothing I wanted more to have his cock erupting its hot creamy load down my throat. Vulnerable and without any morals at all, an alley cat slut being paid what I was worth. But it wasn't to be; he was to.