I won't blame you if that's not a fetish of yours," Ms. Chancery replied."I'm not too keen on the idea of drinking piss, but I won't judge you for tha... interest. Just don't ask me to taste yours, okay?" Calahan said."I know, it would gross you out. Then again, I don't care if you drink mine. It's about humiliation for me. I like to swallow it myself as a sign of submission. I'm a masochist. Would you at least consider letting me drink yours some time? Think of it this way. I won't ask you to. Unki haalat toh aisi thi jaise pata nahin dil ka daura hi pad gaya ho. Mujhe unki iss haalat pe hassi aa rahi thi. Fir main dheere se kutiya ki tarah pade hue gaddon ke oopar chadh gayi.Aur apni kamar oopar ki taraf kar di. Aisa karne pe woh sab mere peeche aake ke khade ho gaye. Aur meri jawaan aur reseeli choot. Aur ek tight gaand ko dekh ke unke muh se paani tapakne laga. Fir maine ek shararti ladki ki tarah uss aadmi ko apne paas aane ka ishaara kiya jisne condom pehen liya tha.Toh woh. .. You are in a skirt. Lucky you. Long and flowing. Nearly down to your ankles. I love the strappy shoes on your cute little feet. I brush your leg with my finger tips, and you nearly jump over the counter! You look down to see me sitting there with a shocked look on your face. You want to yell, but.... you're in a library. Hahaha.... So, you give me a stern look, and ask what the hell am I going? I reply that I'm here to fulfill both of our fantasies. You deny the truth, telling me that it's. Shesobbed and leaned forward, put her hands on my kneesand began bouncing. Then she cried, “Yee,” put her handon her mouth and, I guess, climaxed a couple of times.I felt a gush of warmth on my balls, and she collapsedback on my body, limp and quivering. Then she slippedoff to the side, sobbing quietly, gasping for breath Iguess. My prong popped out of her, sore and throbbing,wanting more friction.And, while I was still trying to regain my senses, shewas gone, tiptoeing away, and I.