I picked them up and looked at them. More sand! Moist sand! And it was caked on to the nylon crotch in damp chunks! I sniffed it and yes, that unmista...eable musky, peppery smell of cunt juice and cum. Lots of it! Even the inside thighs of the stockings were wet and sticky.My heart raced. I took the panty hose back to the bedroom and stuffed them in my drawer. Annie was still fast asleep. Then, as if to finally confirm the obvious, I ran my fingers through the hair on the back of her head. Sure. Is that agreed? Say now if you have second thoughts,' Oh God...Let me say here that I was fully aware that many men like to drink pee and I had seen it often enough on porn videos and the like. Still, I had yet to even be peed upon, much less in, and actually taking it in my mouth was a step well beyond anything I had fantasized about. In a different, less charged moment, the mere contemplation of the idea might have repelled me but, suddenly, in the steamy hot fug of the bathroom, about to. She couldn't get free from it -his grip on her chin was so tight - and somehow that was the worst partof it: that inability to move her face or to speak. With her darklybrewing fantasies, she might have expected to be aroused by this butnothing could have been further from the truth. The loss of power washumiliating and frightening beyond belief.Blake pulled away, flicked his eyes down her torso then kissed her hardagain. This time Ann did cry out through her muffled lips; tried topress at his. Just like she knew he liked.Of course, there was only one thing to call her.“Goddess. I—I will call you Goddess.”Clearly pleased with his response, she gave him a wide smile.“Yes, you will. You will forget your wife whilst you are with me tonight, John, and you will think only of your Goddess.”She bit her bottom lip gently, whilst pinning him to his seat with those beguiling eyes.“I think it’s time for you to take me home, John. I think it’s time to fulfil your deepest desire—you’re not going.