Then, as it was now my custom, I licked her dry. She smiled and said, ?Good, I like that.?The next morning as I waited in the bathroom, she came in a...d stood in that very same place before. She lifted her night shift and again I found myself drinking from her fount.This was to be our new arrangement. No longer would she be seated on her throne to pee. From now on, it would be my place to be her toilet. I began to rebel at this duty, there would be times where I would be too busy to get. “Was that nice?” asked Andrew as Alex sat back up. “Yea baby” she replied, snogging him fiercely. Andrew took the opportunity to suck on her titties some more.It was Andrew's turn for some pleasure now. “Get back on the bed, baby” said Alex. He sat on the end of the bed and Alex grabbed hold of his hard cock and used it to pleasure her own tits. She soon had it buried between her big knockers. Sliding them up and down she gave him a nice tit wank, using her own spit as lube. Superb! The only. I put up with all her crap just to be with her. Somehow or other, it got out of hand.We were barely out of the lot when the rain started coming steady. It was a dark, cold rain. You could tell it was going to last most of the night. The only good thing rain did, as far as I was concerned, was to wash the coal dust off the world. Of course, the farmers thought otherwise. The wipers on Marty's old F100 were slapping heavy and leaving big streaks across the windshield. The crack on the passenger's. “You are just a big bully who likes to tell women what to do and treat them like sex objects!” Lindsay added defiantly“My dear, what do you know about BDSM? Do you even know what it stands for?” he asked.“Sure!” Lindsay insisted. When the Director asked her to tell him she guessed “Big Drunken Satanic Massacre?”Mr. Davidson and my father had a good laugh at that.“Some might say that but those people would be wrong,” Mr. Davidson rang the silver bell again.Once again there was an audible sigh.