Of course!!! I liked it honey”, he said. Surprisingly, he called me “honey”, which I liked so much that, I moved forwards and kissed him passion...tely.“Call me honey whenever we are together !!!”, I said in soft voice. He smiled, and we continued the kiss. He lifted me by supporting around my waist and held my legs around his waist.“Should we move out?”, He asked.“Yes. “, I mumbled and gripped my hands around his neck tightly.He directed himself out of the kitchen, making the way through the. I wasn’t as wet as her but had gotten damp during all this in addition to a slight chill. It was the middle of spring and could be cool with the clouds and rain.I pulled two mugs and filled them both. I had put creamer and sugar packets on the table while the coffee dripped. I put her full mug on the table and sat down with mine. I drank mine. She doctored hers pretty thoroughly with creamer and two sugars. She made a face as she drank it. I knew it was strong. That was the way I liked my. I moved it behind the store bag in the other hand, hemming and hawing about a pet toy for my dog. Before he could reply, I suddenly felt my jock fill with a warm wetness which then leaked down my shaven legs to my flip-flops. I had forgotten about the piss-bag that Master had ordered taped to me under my pink top. He had pressed a button on his phone in South Africa and sent a signal to pierce the bag holding my stale piss. My jock and shorts were soaked; a small puddle had formed under me on. " Yeah, it's a bit of a sausage-fest," I agreed. "But I can think of a couple I wouldn't kick out of bed. Not unless they farted, anyway." Come on then, who?" asked Nikki, interested all of a sudden."Oh, right, like I'm going to tell you," I replied."No, come on, I want a list!" Deborah demanded. "Top 5. And if I'm not on it, you're in big trouble mate…"I thought for a second. Truth is, both Deborah and Nikki would make that list, but did I really want to go down this road? Deborah could be a.