.. Circling with my fingertip like you circle with your tongue. I want your face between my legs right now, and I'm all open wide for you, and you are...'t fucking there, you useless wanker. Oh, lad, I need your tongue flicking over me, licking up my lips and lapping up my wetness. My knickers have been wet all day, and I can't wait.Oh god, I'm shivering. I'm sat on the toilet like a dirty slut and fingering my pussy because I can't have you. I want your tongue plunging into my hole, and your. ... WOW! Thank you for all those lovely reviews! I'moverwhelmed that so many of you took a few minutes to let me now whatyou think of my little story. And let me tell you, I read yoursuggestions with interest - sometimes including my fans' ideas into mynaughty narrative.WARNING! This chapter contains forced pee-drinking scenes and threatsof worse! If these things might offend your delicate sensibilities,please stop reading now. Otherwise, read on, dear reader. Read on!BJChapter 21. Potty. My heart skipped a beat. Sometimes I worry that someone will see in my eyes what I feel in my heart.’ It was stated much more eloquently than I could ever write and contained words that I could only hope to receive. I exhaled what seemed like a gale and took a deep breath to replace the one I had been holding for over a week. Come on, guy, breathe in, breathe out. Dear God, you’ll give yourself a heart attack. Calm down to a nervous wreck, at least. You have to survive until she returns this. Everyday I had a hot meal waiting for me when I got home, it was kind of nice having the extra help. After about 3 months, I received a notice that my shift was changing from the normal 8 to 5p.m. to 10 p.m. til 6:30 a.m and the shift would rotate every 3 months. Judy (my wife) was not pleased by this but figured there’s not much I could do about it. She said by the time you get home I’ll be leaving for work and you’ll have to keep mother company while I’m at work, but you’ll probably will.