"Tell me."Sir Edward Pelham knew perfectly well how to speak to the common women and whores that he had encountered as a young sailor. But this was a ...ady, the Lady Caroline Stanhope to be precise. She couldn't possibly want that. Could she?"Tell me, Edward," she repeated. "Tell me what you want."He cleared his throat."For you to, er..."She smiled encouragement."To what, darling?" she asked. She had pulled his cock up so that the tip brushed against her moist, swollen sex. She was rubbing it. "My empathic connection told me she wasn't lying, but she was also holding something back about what she might have discovered."Gina, I want to work on these two. Take your fuck toys with you and go back to your office. I have a lot of work to do, and you're toys are very distracting. And stop trying to talk Ron into fucking Jason. You know how I feel about that." Fine, fine. Let me know when you figure our two mysteries out," Gina said, being carried by the men out the door.I internally let. She unceremoniously clamped them onto my nipples. I fought back a moan or scream. She then went back to the catheter."Very good, rickiee. Let's pull the tube out now. I think I have you adequately drained."She withdrew the tube and it hurt and burned as she did. She picked up the glass of my pee and let me see it. She poured it into a bag with a tube at the bottom of it. She then tied the bag to a pole above the bed and put the tube into my mouth."You will now drink your pee, rickiee. You will. . gotta fuck you," the boy said, lifting his mouth from her tits just long enough to speak."Ohhh, yessss, Dave, fuck meee! I can't wait!" Dina cried."Suck me first, baby... and get me even harder," Dave pleaded, lifting his face again. His voice was practically cracking with excitement."Oh, I can't," Dina wailed, riding his hands into her hot, pink pussy. "I don't know how."But even as she spoke, she slid her body down until she could stick her tongue out and lap at Dave's hard, flailing prick.