"Fascinating?" I asked her.She nodded her head and said, "I've never seen a boy pee before." What about those statues?" I asked."A little willy spurti...g water out of a stone statue is something quite different from your lovely cock streaming piss," she said haughtily.My stream petered out and I shook my dick. I said, "Maybe next time you can hold it." Can I?" she asked eagerly."Yes, my little slut, next time you can even aim for me," I told her.When I was done peeing I turned on the shower and. "Stand up, Little Cunt.", commanded master, "I want to see howbeautiful you look."I blushed. Master never called me beautiful. He knew I craved to beshamed.Master looked me over, as a groom inspects his bride. I blushed again.Since we've met, he's whipped, slapped, jerked, and hate fucked me. I wasgetting excited, and worried.Master slowly caressed my hair. He looked me in the eye, then leanedin to kiss me. A slow, gently, loving kiss. I returned it with greatpassion. What game was master. Get going baby!”I was so mad at him. I got out of the shower to answer the fucking doorbell, grabbed the first bathrobe I could find from the back of the door, shoved my arms into the sleeves, and headed for the front door, dripping wet.I angrily unbolted it and pulled on it much harder than I needed to, and it opened with a BANG.What a surprise! Standing there, with his hands in his pockets, was a handsome, younger man. I stared at him, open-mouthed. All my anger drained out of me in two. "Angela," he stuttered, "What are you doing?"She grasped the hem of her blouse and lifted it slowly over her head and off. The bra matched the knickers."I would have thought that would be obvious; I feel over-dressed," she smiled, nodding at his towel and moving towards him, putting her arms round his unresisting neck and bestowing on him a blistering kiss, sliding her lips over his, and allowing them to fall open. Tongues met and licked. His arms went round her bare waist, and pressed her.