So exciting...We laid there, Alice on top of a rubber cum and piss receptacle,relieving herself in it, and me, that very cum and piss receptacle,swall...wing her smelly golden discharge and flooding the insides of mytight rubber cocoon with my own piss. Nasty. Disgusting. Shameful.Please, don't stop! Never, never let me out of this prizon! Use me,abuse me, deny my release, keep me as your slut, sex toy, object ofhumiliation and torture, keep me bound, keep me horny, keep me free... Atthis moment. ?I didn’t have to force you did I? You wanted that.? He leaned his head back and savored the feeling as she leaned into her work.He glanced down and their eyes met. He got an erotic charge out of that every time. The eye contact, that connection to a woman whose mouth was wrapped around his dick. But this time there was going to be more. She wanted more, they’d talked it over carefully over coffee earlier this evening. That meeting was itself the culmination of email and phone. She crawled back up the bed and started firing off questions. Was that… … Sour cream and cheddar? Oliver finished. Yes it was, babe. I got the inspiration from when you gave up your favorite chips. But how? Keeping it simple, I figured out just what gave semen its flavor and consistency. I also did a lot of surveying, trying to figure out what the most favorable consistency was. From there, I had to construct a compound from scratch that could tailor semen to my needs. Honestly, the surveying. "Wipe yourself," she said. "That's right. Yes. There arefeelings and opinions women usually want to share while men usuallydon't. You aren't woman enough even to have noticed. Did Janiceever ask you to share your feelings with her?" "All the time," I said. "And did you?" "I guess not." "What else didn't you do?" "Well, it gets kind of personal, I'd rather not say." "Then I'll say. She's told me. Your sex life with Janice isdullness itself. You screw for your own.