”“Well, maybe,” I said. “But I like watch you pee that way, too. You look sexy when you pee.”Cathy laughed, and held out her hand for her cl...thes. “I will just have to put them back on with a damp pussy,” she said. “Not the first time I have been damp around you, you seem to have a habit of making me wet.”“And do you object to that?” I said, laughing.“No, not at all,” Cathy replied. “I love how you can get me wet, really wet. And I am not just talking about peeing either.” She gave me a quick. I licked her upper lip and sucked it tight.She was shivering with ecstasy.I held her hand and placed it on my crotch and she felt my 7″ long fat cock and her retinas widened.I held her blouse and in a jerk split it open in a go.I was hungry for her boobs.She was wearing a black bra under and it was struggling to keep her fleshy boobs intact.I grabbed her hair bun and pulled her to me.She was speechless and effortless as I was a beast.He hairs fell open and look beautiful covering her plump. Or at least, I told myself I was confused."Master. You will always address me as such. Just as I will always address you as slut. Unless you are deserving of worse names?" The questioning manner of that last kept me from speaking out again. I finished buckling the collar in place.I stood, quietly and waited. I didn't have long to wait before you gave me my first order of the day. "Kneel, slut. This man wants a blow job." I looked up at you, shocked.The man stood there, listening and watching. A few days later, he went working for this black ops group as an interrogator and within a 2-year window, he went from newbie to team leader of the interrogation department. His job was now mostly supervision of all cases, but for the next four days, he would take an active role again. And he was planning to find the information they needed, on time again.Agent 4, was less impressive in build, only 1m75 tall, but his face demanded obedience. He had thick eyebrows and a hawk's nose. His very.