"I know you don't like it whore, but it is what I want. So you'll drink piss all day today. Just remember, you still owe me for what you said earlier.... Mistress said."I know Mistress. My fucking mouth always gets me in trouble, doesn't it?" I said."Yes my little whore it sure does. Now clean yourself up and put your dated undies on, they are bright green today. I also see you that you didn't make as much of a mess when you ate today. We'll have to have you practice that more." Mistress said.I. It felt so special, so right to just be together, so warm, so intimately connected. They both wanted it to be slow, exquisite, as they kissed. Both of them somehow knew the right time and way to start moving. She rose upright, and he caressed her breasts as he felt his cock apply pressure on her g-spot. He moved his hands down to her knees at his side, and gently tickled her inner thighs, encouraging her to open up a bit wider. She shifted, wiggled, and started slowly rotating. He slowly moved. So badly I want it, need it. I feel your hands all over my breasts. Softly touching my nipples, making me cry out and beg. You pinch them, not hard, but enough to make me writhe underneath you. Your hands go down my body, between my legs. Your fingers start to enter my pussy. Allowing me to have my orgasm, and the wetness of my ecstasy excites you even further. But still you do not enter me. Instead, you kiss along me body. My neck and shoulders. Pausing to suck my nipple. Kissing further and. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh God, I'm cumming!" words I never thought I'd hear from her.We climaxed and collapsed together just as the clock struck five. Cum slid down her thighs like bleeding from open wound which seemed never ending. She took time in the bathroom to clean up the evidence before dressing and leaving for home.After that, we met occasionally on Thursdays and Sundays, those days her husband had meetings or choir. We became more and more adventurous, fucking in different.