You should be honored to be allowed to drink my nectar. You don't deserve, yet ... to receive it directly from my body. So I will piss in a container ...nd add it to your bag. You will learn to accept my pee whenever I demand it. Sometimes it will be introduced into your mouth, and other time ... I will give you a piss enema. Any time I do, you will be deeply honored to accept my piss into your body."I could hear her piss draining into the container. I was careful not to watch, but wanted to .... I gulped it down as I shoved my fingers deep into my twat. I was such a good mother. I was doing everything for my daughter. I was sacrificing so much.I came.My orgasm surged through me. My reward. I squealed around his dick as my flesh spasmed around my fingers. Juices bathed my digits. My hand. My clit throbbed beneath my massaging thumb. Sparks flared, adding to the heat rushing through my body.My thoughts blaze.The tattoo artist ripped his cock out of my mouth. As he shoved it back in his. Still, he made it sound very sexy. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Maybe we could just stroke off, and watch each other?" The idea was a turn on, and I told him OK, but just that. I wasn't interested in anything more. In truth, I didn't quite know how anything more would work! I was pretty naive at 22. As he walked around to the bed, I turned on the little lamp on my nightstand. Sliding over a little, I tossed back the covers and made room for my first male bed partner.. The surrounding lawn had been mowed the day before and Dev’s caretaker had provisioned the house. An older woman was at the house when they arrived; the caretaker’s wife. She explained about the food and drink, and a few things about the house to Dev and Sharon. The others fanned out in the building, and then walked across the lawn to the edge of the lake.Alice turned to Dev as he joined the group, “This place is fabulous. Can we swim in the lake?”“Yes, but be prepared for the lake to feel.