”“Um.. I can’t believe I’m doing this.. Tonight, will that work?”“Oh yes I can be ready by then.”“Oh what am I getting myself in to? ...’ll call you later when I can get free. ““Ok talk to you then. “Later that night around 8….“Hey, I’ll be free in a little bit and there in 30 min after that. ““Great, I’ll leave the light on, and see you then. “Her car pulls into the drive, I’m watching from the window. I can see her check herself in the mirror, fix her hair, and take a few deep breaths to calm. "She poured another glass."Tell me something, Tammy. Is this the first time your husband's hit you?"She took a swig of brandy and wagged her head. "No. He's hit me before. I guess I've hidden it pretty well. The other night when I called you, he let me have it. He punched me out." She shook her head and breathed out raggedly. "But this time ... this time I split from him. I've left him for good. He'll never beat me up again. Never." She took another big swig. She wagged her head and tears. ?The next morning as I waited in the bathroom, she came in and stood in that very same place before. She lifted her night shift and again I found myself drinking from her fount.This was to be our new arrangement. No longer would she be seated on her throne to pee. From now on, it would be my place to be her toilet. I began to rebel at this duty, there would be times where I would be too busy to get away to attend her in the bathroom and she would have to wait. Alternatively, I would be too. It seemed all so unreal.But the gorgeous naked teenager was really there, and I gasped silently as she knelt down in front of me. She put both of her small hands around my cock, squeezing and rubbing my cock gently while she examined it closely for a second. Then lowering her head she gave it a preliminary lick. Then she lowered one hand to my balls, cupping them gently. She shot a quick look up at my face to see my reaction, and when I smiled down at her, and nodded, y head, she moved her face.