He brought me into the bathroom and sat my on the toilet. "I think I need to wake you a little," he said unbuttoning his trousers. He pulled out his s...ollen member and rubbed it in my face. The smell of him started to bring me round, but before I was fully aware his piss splashed my face. "This will wake you up bitch," he hissed. The piss covered me. It was in my mouth, all over my face, dribbling down my chin onto my dress. When he had finished he headed for the door. "Get into your. .. all of them waiting to see white or pink or the color de jour of your panties.I stand in the shadows as you perform. You are an actress with a well hewn script that is so good it seems natural and fresh... and an inbred woman's sense of what we want. Centuries of refinement now embodied in you... guaranteeing future generations of the species.I see that in you, as if you are a machine or a robot or a Stepford wife, so perfect and responsive, making everyone think you like THEM. I know you're. Take them off."So, quite simply, I did. I slipped out of my wet shorts, tossing them toward the door.I just stood there speechless, red-faced and completely naked, sprouting a dick that was standing tall in all its glory. She then opened the space between her knees and ordered, "Get in the bath with me." With my dick slapping against the taut skin of my tummy, and my balls dangling, I found sufficient room between her legs to slip into the hot bathwater. Things were now happening too fast for. That day evening Didi and me went to the garments market together. While going there were too much rush in the bus. I was standing just behind her occasionally pressing myself against her buttock taking advantage of rush. There was rush in the market also. All the time I was pressing against her protecting her from rush. When I would stop to see some cloths in footpath stall and she would stand very close to me, pressing her thighs, buttock or breast against my body. If she would see some.