I was dying for a piss myself and crawled out of my bag and stood to go outside. Mum looked at my morning piss-proud hardon that was pushing out the f...ont of my underpants and smiled and ran her tongue suggestively round her lips. I stuck my tongue out at her and went outside to the rear of the van, where I was standing, pissing happily when Wendy strolled round. She was in her blouse and nickers and obviously intending to take a piss herself.Wendy stood for a few seconds watching me pee and. It was I who brought the mad, reckless, moment to an end. I tore myself away from her urgent body, and spoke in ragged gasps.“What are we doing Judith? We are behaving like animals. You are married; think of the shame you will feel tomorrow if we continue with this madness.”She looked at me, her hair tousled, bodice undone, firm breasts heaving, and eyes glittering with lust.“I have been married to Mordecai Rothstein for almost a year. Three hundred and thirty days of boredom — three hundred. It would be dangerous to let her find out too much about him and his Agency. He had to find out why she had this photo of a young girl whom he had recently sold to a foreign buyer for one of the exclusive brothels in the South of France. He dug two fingers wickedly up into Susan's stretched and aching asshole. He was not intent on giving her any pleasure now...only pain. He worked his fingers into her to their knuckle. "Who is this girl?" he snapped, holding the print in front of her. "You love him don't you?" Yeah."The smile became a grin."You already belong to him, don't you."She didn't say anything, but I knew the answer. "Are you going to tell him about us?" Mom, do you want us under the hupah?"Ouch! We've had this conversation before and I still don't know when to shut up."Sixteen is too young. Good night, Princess."We gave each other a kiss. When she was out, I shaved my legs and underarms. I don't know why I did it. I was extremely tired at the time. Then I rinsed and.