Girl’s night. A sleep over of sorts. Tonight at 7pm. Not much time to get ready- Not that we need much time. Dress code? Pretty underwear. For one n...ght I don’t mind turning the heater up so everyone is comfortable running around half naked. After all, it’s the holidays, we just got some very good news regarding a health scare, and we’re coming up on our one year anniversary. This weekend is all about celebrating. We also plan on getting high so there are absolutely no inhibitions. Perhaps. Laura had moved to Sandra’s back and had placed her muff into her lover’s hair whilst slowly allowing the urge in her bladder to have its release. It had been an extraordinary sensation to have a wee over the back of a girl’s hair, squirting her hot wet stream over Sandra’s short golden strands. It had been so dirty, yet so thrilling that it had driven her hormones into overdrive and this was why she had become so fascinated with peeing; either pissing in naughty places or over her female. .ugh...ugh...ugh..." Her breath growing ragged under the unremitting pounding, Amanda'spetite body shuddered on top of the shaking, squeaking table. Enduring the savage, anal intrusion with passive resolve, she submitted to him entirely, allowing him to use her tiny, stretched orifice for his licentious pleasure. As his violent thrusting relented, he eased his swollen cock from herthoroughly used asshole and pulled her down off the table. Her knees pressed painfully into the cold, hard. Her head swam and she clenched her eyes shut as an oxygen mask pressed over her nose and mouth. She couldn’t get enough air, she felt that she was suffocating. The panic set in and she was hyperventilating. ‘Langdon!’ the doctor barked. When she didn’t respond, he shot a nervous glance to Connor. ‘She’s going to hurt herself, I have to sedate her.’ Connor gripped Langdon’s shoulders, ‘Do it.’ Langdon felt the rush of narcotic enter her system and everything went from fuzzy to black. Her body.