She buried her ass into my face several times during which I wasn’t able to breathe.Another hour or so went this way and then she asked me to follow...to the bathroom and sit inside the bathtub where she started pissing on me. I felt the hot warm golden liquid all over my body and enjoyed it while it lasted. I was to stay in the bathtub and she would come at intervals to piss on me. Sometimes she would stand and aim directly at my face or my erect pole. Whenever her piss touched my pole, it. I joined the Army to escape her wrath. After surviving six months of blood and hell in Afghanistan, I was blown up by an IED, hurt badly enough to get sent home and discharged, but not badly enough to suffer much more than a gradually diminishing limp and a nasty facial scar. Okay, so it’s true: not all wounds are visible. I was more than a little fucked up in the head. When I got out, I enrolled in the St. Louis College of Pharmacy, two hundred miles north of my Boot Heel home town.Big city. Her nipples hardened instantly. Sharon was only 26, but she was already an ice cold feminist bitch. She had developed at a young age, already wearing a D cup bra at the age of 12. As such, for more than half of her life she had been subject to the lusty stares of men, including her own father. She had come to realize very quickly that all men were pigs who only thought with their dicks. As such, she had never had a boyfriend and never planned on having one. She wasn’t in the slightest bit. He opened the wall safe with a practiced hand and took out all of the cash envelopes stored within. He jammed them into his inner coat pocket and then grabbed the checkbook for his business account.He sat down at the computer nearest him and quickly ordered a few things on his wish list from websites that he frequented. He paid the extra fees for expedited processing and shipping, which hopefully would get what he had ordered in the mail before things went awry after close of business.With.