After staggering unsteadily through the door, Beverley made a quick detour to the kitchen returning with a smile and a bottle of champagne in each h...nd. Corks popped and the wine flowed, too many toasts inviting too many drunken off-key choruses of ‘Happy Birthday,’ Beverley deliberately letting his age slip into the song and casually announcing that at forty-two she was twelve years younger than Charles. Standing at one end of the bar, George and Charles giggled and laughed like a couple. "Don't be disgusting," Margie laughed, but he told her that he was serious."I've got a better idea," Steve said, "piss into a glass and then we can all watch the slut drinking it down."They sent Margie to the kitchen to get a glass, and she went off to get one so we assumed that she was happy to drink Tony's urine.She returned and handed a large glass to Tony and we then watched as he pissed into it, almost filling it to the brim with his yellow piss.He handed it to Margie but she didn't take. "(My 'singing' ability, or lack thereof; is a constant family joke.Mother believes that sissies should be trained in different performingarts, so we can entertain our families and future owners. Mother sentme for singing lessons, I was sent back a half hour early with half ofthe deposit for the lesson. Mother started me on the piano, the nextday.) She then reaches into her handbag, and hands me a slender pinkvibrator and some lube. "Knock yourself out." Thank you mother. You are very. I have seen this trick before. She was perfect for our little society. Sexy and in debt. I decided to use this technique against her. Sending her one of my own texts to meet me in one of the unoccupied dorms on the fourth floor the next night. She was on time, and dressed right for the evening. Low cut black silk halter top hugging a pair of C-cup tits, black mini skirt that gave a tiny peek at her red lace thong and her tiny waist, and some dark red heels that made her legs look long and.