Damion was horror struck. The smell of urine is not usually a turn on for me, but where Damion is concerned, rolling in cow pies could get me hot. Cas...adee handed the glass of urine to the slave. He feared punishment or maybe he was just really thirsty, but he drank it right down like it was a real glass of lemonade. He looked sick afterwards and I thought he was going to barf. My pussy was soaked and it had nothing to do with sweat. Through my shorts, I rubbed hard on my red clit. I leaned. He still felt her loss keenly and it was strangely comforting to see her things in their familiar places with all the memories that they evoked of their many years of happy marriage. It was the silence that was most unsettling but he had been surprised to discover that, almost more than the sound of her voice, it was the clatter of everyday life he missed as she went about her household tasks.He thought back over the events of the day, idly watching the people passing his table; nameless office. She smiled, ‘That’s right you’re my bitch, you know what I want, I want to shave your body, I want to be able to run my hand across you and feel nothing but skin.’ She was grinning now as she got her Lady Schick and her scented shave cream off the shelf then she began applying it to my chest. I wasn’t too sure about this but really, I don’t have a lot of hair on my body anyway and besides I had just told her I would do anything for her. On top of that, my erection was sticking strait out now. Your breathing increases and your cock seems to get stiffer and larger with every thrust. I can now feel every little detail, every pulsating muscle along the shaft just before the ridge of the head makes it's way out and back in again.As my nails dig into your back harder and harder with every thrust, you slightly moan in my ear, which intensifies everything. You reach back and pull my right leg forward and suddenly your hard cock sinks deeper into my body. I moan as the pain intensifies. You.