’I was confused. ‘Sir?’‘You may piss in this. Stand over it. Squat a bit and let go.’He was going to watch me pee? I wasn’t sure I could d... this. ‘Sir, I don’t know if I can do that?’‘Why not, slut?’‘I….er… I’ve never gone to the bathroom with someone watching.’‘Oh, Alison. I’m not going to watch.’ He said walking away. I was relieved. He walked back. ‘I’m going to film you.’ He put a small video camera to his eye. ‘Now go ahead, dear. That’s right, stand over the pot. Pull open those lovely. "We'll have to think of a way. Damn, this is going to be rough." We drove up the highway for our intended destination. Collin drove expertly with Shelly sitting beside him in the front seat. I sat behind her in the back, and Travis sat behind Collin. We passed by the Log Cabin Motel with its colorful sign all lit up. I put my hand on Shelly's shoulder, and she squeezed my hand as we watched the motel go by, then we looked at each other and smiled. Collin parked Daddy's big Chrysler in. Misty slumped back onto the bed with her eyes closed….“No more, Dev…. no more!” she sobbed. “I can’t take any more! Please don’t lick me anymore.”Devan pulled his mouth from his sister’s crotch, his face coated with pussy oils, both his s(i)ster’s and mother’s. His pale green eyes were bright, a wicked grin spreading almost from ear to ear. His cock thrust up and down, painfully erect, jerking, flinging seminal fluids about the carpet.“Oooohh, My God…. look at that cock!” Sharon whimpered, her. Oh, he wasn’t going to church because of the Lord. He had someone else in mind. Florence Joseph. He wanted another shot at her. Surely a woman with such an intensity about her had to be amazing in bed. Sebastien hadn’t dated many Haitian girls in Boston. Mostly he went for African-American chicks along with Jamaican broads and the occasional Hispanic gal. Haitian women were really hot but way too intense for a brother. Case in point, Florence Joseph. He couldn’t shake the image of her flipping.