*** The night passed with no tooth-baring intruders and she awoke with a churning stomach. The Boy was going to take her for a picnic and she had to b... normal for an entire day. She rifled through her clothes, finding nothing suitable. It was all the sort of thing that a very sad, lonely girl might wear. There was a pretty sweater at the back of the wardrobe but that wasn’t coming off the hanger. It hadn’t since the last time she’d worn it. Is that new? said the Man. It looks nice on you. Makes. When they just started playing, they'd made an agreement that she - the mistress of the house - would remove her underwear. Cassie had been amused to see that Daphne was a bit of a prude. She'd wondered how experienced her maid was in more intimate matters, but she hadn't been let down in that regard. David didn't disappoint her in bed and she had no complaints about Daphne's performance. What a lucky girl I am, she thought to herself.A moment later Daphne came back to announce that her bath. 
 
"I'll get some in my jeep, its right back there, hold on, don't move okay?"
"I'm not goin' anywhere," Jillian stated. She felt sick to her stomach and was so groggy everything looked so fuzzy and distorted.
Valerie ran back to her late model jeep and grabbed her emergency first aid box, paper towels and took out a large bottle of water from her cooler. 
Luckily Jillian didn't require any stitches to close the wound to her forehead. A few bandages and some water to her face with a few paper. He walked over to the toilet, tossing the captured treasure in. Hitting the water, the wad made a cupping noise.Braxton sighed, stood square, and proceeded with his clean-out. His pisshole opened wide, releasing a deluge of urine. Instantly, a burning sensation in his urethra was present. Jerking off in the shower did this sort of thing. He wasn't certain if it was the soap getting inside or he was just stroking too aggressively. Either way, he rather enjoyed it. Braxton never got this pain.