I took a different route over the roofs because there were loads of people in the yard below and going this way there was less chance of being seen. I...was passing a skylight that had clear glass in and I could see it was a changing room below. The room was empty but as I was about to go on I saw Steve walk in he was in shorts and jumper. I stopped and looked. Steve sat on a bench then after a few minutes took his boots and socks off followed by his jumper. He had his back to me as he removed. I gave the two glasses the other two Tasting-Sluts and we all took a sip of piss to taste it. We commented the taste of the piss and kept drinking and chatting and wrote down some notes. Then it was the turn of Piss-Slut number two, the Rosé one, to be tasted. The Tasting-Slut next to me took the skirt of the second Pissing-Slut and pulled out the dildo of her cunt. Another smooth cute pussy was ready to piss in our glasses. We started to taste, drinking the piss out of our glasses and. Still, I thought that she was virginal, too pure and high born for me to soil so recklessly. I battled my feelings, that is, until the day I saw the little whore in the Imperial Garden, sucking off a lowly gardener.I caught them through the bushes, hidden in an alcove and seated on a marble bench. The gardener was an indentured servant from Spain, a muscular, middle aged man of considerable strength. Helen sat beside him while he held one strong hand on her thigh to keep her still, and the. Though the sun was now in the low western sky, it was hot in the direct sunlight. Wanting all the sun we could get, as if addicted to it, we lay back and soaked the heat of the late evening sun as long as it lasted.We all walked back to the new motor coach together as the night lights came on around the park.It sure looked good, parked there with light reflecting from three different street lights in opposite directions.In the light from our outside patio lights, I read the instructions as.