Finally, she made an excuse and left a couple of hours early.At home, Claire made some tea. This was driving her crazy. She was angry that her life ha... been taken over like this. It made her even angrier that she allowed it to happen. It was just a stupid white business card. It wasn't doing anything to her. She was doing it to herself."Stop it!", Claire shouted. Getting angry seemed to help. She knew she had to call the number. The shot of adrenalin provided the necessary resolve. It was the. They did make some ice cubes from each other's pee so now when he is making something to drink, a margarita but often enough just some lemonade, lime or lemon, with a few of her ice cubes and enjoying holding the juice in his mouth swirling it around getting to taste her to the max and sometimes even refilling his glass with a bit of his own pee.He had a new recipe, with Coolaide, little pouches of lemonade powder, at least he knew it was safe, not a load of sugar. For people not knowing,. ?????? ?Well this isthe worthless piece of pig scum that I told you about. He is nothing specialbut when you tease him to your likings he can be useful?, I told themistresses.?????? ?Ok than let?stest this little son of a bitch. Can I spit in him? Use him as a ash tray? Use him as a toilet? Or Human foot stool??Mistress Karen asked.?????? ?He is fullytrained. As I said you can do whatever you want with him! I do all that all thetime anyway so that?s nothing new to him?, I said. The doorbell. She could hear them laughing and sniggering as she sucked in large breaths of air, fighting for mental balance as they made lewd remarks about her pussy and what they had planned for it."Oh!" she cried suddenly as Rick bent down, grabbed her hands and pulled them roughly from her belly. He pushed forward at the same time, sending her sprawling backward on her ass. The big man quickly straddled Lydia, sinking on his knees and trapping her down on the floor while he reached up and tore open her.