The dress flaps cascaded a shimmer behind her form. Ms. Smith rolled out the stage prop office chair. Emma sat sideways to the audience with her cross...d heels propped on the desktop. The dress hung open and low, concealing none of her profiled features. She rose and changed position, seated astraddle backwards in the chair, modulating her hips in a classic cowgirl romp on an imaginary boss. The dress fluttered behind her back, keeping her jogging breasts fully available for suckling. Her model. ’ I scorched my nose, unseen in the dark. She brushed hair from our faces, ‘For most animals it’s sex, us included, but I feel you.’ ‘Do you?’ ‘I want to, but I can’t lie here anymore.’ ‘Pardon?’ ‘Let’s do something right now.’ she whispered, tapping her fingers rhythmically on my belt buckle. Indeed, the dope controlled the situation by now. ‘Let’s smoke and make music, chill?’ I mumbled through the clouds around my head, ‘I’ll sing of the moment, will you strum the box?’ Grasping the Gibson. She may wind up her marriage bed with a complete stranger! Also, she will "belong" to the prince and he will have total control over her life. She will have comfortable quarters, nice clothes and good food. She will have at least two maids to do her work and accompany her when she leaves her residence. She will not be allowed to go outside alone. She will be available to "serve" the prince in bed and this is his determination. If he chooses not to "grace" (polite word for fuck) her, that is his. .. It was so nasty, so dirty. We had talked many times before about how erotic it might be to watch each other pee. And we had thought how arousing it would be and how nasty to feel one another pissing."Oh, daddy... I can't hold it any longer."She was looking down at me. I could hear almost panic in her voice as she knew what was about to happen. Then as I held her body I felt Kitten relax a little. As my tongue licked across her clit once again, I felt a trickle down my chin. She was peeing..