You're disgusting! You can use TWO handfuls of my bathwater, no more!" Yes, Mistress," vomit answered."Did I say you could speak?" Mistress raised her...hand, ready to deliver a blow if the slave replied. Wisely, he only shook his head. Good. She wasn't feeling kindly enough to the little slug to hurt her hand enough to punish him.The slave leaned forward, and began licking Mistress Black's pee off the floor tiles. Getting a mouthful, crawling over to the toilet, spitting.Of course, since he was. A month or so later, he delivered my fire stoker and I happily paid him for the masterpiece. Although I saw him coming and going from the shop across the road, I did not personally encounter him again, until two months later.Uncle Pete arrived at my gallery one morning, in search of a favour. He asked me if I would type a letter for him. Assuming that it was a business letter of sorts, I was surprised to find that he wanted me to write a letter from him to his grandson… from Santa Claus. Uncle. Suddenly I ended up in his arms, with that hard cock pushing between my legs. I told him that I have never done this kind of thing before. But then I started to fondle his cock under the water and led him to the edge of the pool. We got out and Jeremiah lay his back on the pool deck and put both hands around that huge cock. After just a few seconds I could not wait any longer. I placed my body right above Jeremiah’s cock and started to fit that monster inside my hungry cunt. I was so worked up. " Are you sure you haven't done this before?" I said. Laughing and blushing she replied "I promise, but I am a little slut, and love to play roles, so I am just being the girl you want me to be." I like your style Missy, well how does $100 sound?" ummmm....I was thinking more like a couple hundred." a couple huh? Well ok so $200 and where will I get to cum?" Anywhere you would like." I like the sound of that, well Missy," I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hardening cock, "why don't you.