She greeted me with a genuine smile, but there was something in her eyes that spelled trouble. The good kind. Or at least that's how I will describe i... to the guys later.We went to the kitchen, where she had spread all the paperwork on the table and she offered me a cup of coffee. I was hoping for wine, but coffee keeps you awake. That's a good sign. She was wearing a nice pair of tight jeans and a white tank top. She had to lean over me on a few occasions and I thanked every god I know that. When I opened it for the second time, since I moved into the campground property, I found the two five year old Panasonic digital cameras. They were cameras with excellent lenses, according to the literature. The electronics were by a respected company, Panasonic. The lens was manufactured by Lieca a highly respected optics company. There were also two auxiliary lenses in the case. One gave a wider angle of view than the normal camera lens, and the other doubled the telephoto image of the. . I would be wrecked. I would never leave him, of course, but I would enjoy being fucked yet in tears. Ringing the doorbell, I heard him calling from inside, "Come in." I did as he said, the door was unlocked. I walked in and the room was dark. Everything in his house was dark. "Where are you?" I called to him. "Upstairs, where else?" I heard him growl. He wasn't in a good mood. Even as my Master and my fucker, he almost always talked to me tenderly; kindly. This day was an exception.I was. A little more height and her flowing piss stream crested over the chair’s edge where a loud patter from the attic wooden floor announced that she was indeed now urinating in a new spot. Although she couldn’t her piss splattering over the floor, there was no question as to what she was doing. Her bladder need was halfway spent, the force behind her flowing piss fountain beginning to diminish. As the flowing stream exiting her pussy flaps began to droop, its termination point returned to the.