Without saying a word, I signalled for her to turn around, face the desk, and bend over the edge of it. She smiled and soundlessly did so. My hand sli... down her back, inside her short's, and cradled a warm buttock smooth as silk to the touch. I pulled her short's down as Katia moved her feet back. Making herself lean lower in the process, and at the same time obeyed my unspoken command to seperate her legs and make my access easier.My cock was still rock hard from the previous encounter. My. Apparently all Jules liked wearing wasthongs, because that was all he could find in the drawers. And he lookedeverywhere for an alternative. Eventually, though, he realized he had toput one on. He chose the one with the most material (still not a lot)and slipped it up between his legs. He had to admit, it was better thanwhat he thought it would be. Mainly because he had been taking intoaccount his old genitalia, not the new. It was weird to have itbasically riding up his ass crack, though. Only. I did the same with her anus, probing it with my tongue on every pass. Piss on me! I said Piss on me, Grace Oh God that feels good, she gasped, spreading her legs even wider. I suddenly stopped, she groaned in disappointment Piss on me, then Ill carry on I told her She strained, then let out a sharp high pitched shriek, as my face was soaked with shower of her sweet golden piss. I done as she had, and drank every drop Fuck cuz, I see why you like to drink your piss, it delicious, almost as. ‘I know you. I know, I know you.’ ‘Mr. Helper,’ I say to remind her of the nick name she gave me. I can’t quite place the look she gives me then. ‘What the hell is this?’ she ask then. ‘A burger, fries and a pie.’ I nod towards the bag. ‘Been finding lost change and checking vending machines to get that for you. I hope it’s still warm,’ I say. ‘What the fuck kind of play acting shit is this? You think I’m going to buy this sorry act, Mr. Helper?’ she says. ‘Up to you,’ I get to my feet. ‘I saw.