She allowed me to serve as her urinal which took care of some of my thirst--I no longer cared how bad it tasted--indeed, because of my extreme thirst,...and consequent ion loss, it actually had almost no apparent taste at all, despite the deep yellow color as it came out. She allowed me to assuage the rest of my thirst in small increments over the next hour, while she locked me in the pillory, with refrigerated piss that she had been collecting and saving during the week. After warming it up in. I heard Susan call us to come to the back. We both walked around the house to the back gate and opened it. When we walked in we were greeted by Susan totally naked. She was lying on the pool deck with her legs partly spread but just enough to see her pussy. She told us to strip down and that no bathing suits would be needed. I got undressed and walked over to Susan and kissed her hello. Chandra didn't undress yet and I told her not to be afraid that Susan was cool. I then told Susan that. He could make no sense of the sounds, initially – the grunts, gasps and whines. He was pretty sure she didn’t work out. But there was a rhythm to them – something hauntingly familiar...Lucille had three fingers in her hungry cunt, jamming them into it at a rate that caused her palm to slap her pubic mound, stimulating her swollen clitoris. She was soaking wet, which added a second layer of sounds. Panting as orgasm approached, she gasped, “Yes! Yes! Ogod! Ugh! Yes!” The wave of the promised. I kneel before him, restrained as he desires me. My wrist and ankles tied together with a small X-strap. Silver chains run from my collar to my nipples and clit. But this is merely foreplay; it’s the plug in my ass and the vibrator in my pussy that has me shaking with lust. My breasts rise and fall with each breath, an offering to him. I can feel his desire as he takes his enjoyment from me. I know he is hard and I know he is pleased with me. I feel his eyes capturing me, sheltering me in his.