He'd even gone to the extra work of wrapping the hole in duct tape to avoid splinters."Is someone really back there?" one of the guys asked."Heck yeah..." Dave replied. He walked over and tapped on the wall."Charlene, show the guys that you're there." He said aloud.Sure enough, as they guys focused on the hole in the wall, three manicured fingernails extended through the hole and wiggled at them."Man, that could be a dude and you're pulling a bad joke on us." Steve mentioned."Charlene, prove that. .. my damn bladder is about to burst!” I told my fiancee.She simply licked the slit of my cock and caused me to shoot out a stream of hot piss directly into her mouth. She held on for dear life, didn’t gag, just took the whole stream that followed down her gullet and swallowed every drop of my pee. Then she licked her lips, ran to the bathroom sink, washed out her mouth with mouthwash, brushed her teeth, and returned with not even a hint of my piss on her breath.“I put her up to it! I told her. Somehow, I was enjoying the reversed roles. With him in a maid's garb, hewas now my inferior and it felt wonderful to have him defer to me ratherthan the other way round. I would enjoy this, while it lasted.The 'new' William sat with his back to the door as I knocked on the doorto be let out. I put on a bit of a display for the guard as I went byhim, crying about how awful I felt as this would be the last time I sawmy husband alive. The other ladies were sympathetic and tried to calm me.My maid. It was my husbands fault anyway. He sent me down here by myself dressed like a whore. I was supposed to tease them. You know bend over letting my short skirt expose my stockings. Maybe dance around a little like some stripper or something. Tease them and get them all worked up. But I wasn’t supposed to let them actually touch me. I sure as hell wasn’t supposed to touch them. I could watch them touch their own black cocks if they happened to pull it out in front of me. He actually told me that.