But let's get back to why you're here," Alex said, trying to pin the girls down a bit more. "I'm still not clear on what you're here for." Well, while...we weren't lying about wanting to spend more time with you, we talked with Cate about wanting to know you a bit more... personally," Melinda explained. "Despite her reactions to my previous attempt to fool around with you, she realized we both think the world of you and we're both impressed as shit over what you've achieved. So she proposed we. .. I'd love to, but tonight I have... other plans. Another time maybe?" Of course, maybe next week," replied the wife, just a bit surprised as in all the months Marianne had lived in the apartment she had never gone out for anything others than groceries and shopping. Christy smiled, wondering if the young woman was dating at last. She felt a bit possessive, almost like a parent, wondering who it might be, then chiding herself for being nosey, she put down the receiver, smiled and prepared for. “Keep your eyes on the road.” “Yes, Mistress.” “He was a sleazy little man, wasn’t he?” “Yes, Mistress.” “But that turns you on in a slutty way, doesn’t it?” She nodded. I let the silence hang in the air. “What if…? What if I asked you to let him pee over you?” Her eyes widened, and, with my hand still on her thigh, I could feel her tensing. “Oh God. I’d feel such a slut. Yes, Mistress.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, I’d let that sleazy little man piss over me.” “Would you drink it for me?” The car. " The man turned to the wall behind his desk. A curtain ran the full widthof the wall, concealing a plate glass window that covered almost the entireback wall. Maria had assumed that it covered an outside window, but as thecurtain parted and slid to the sides, she could see that there was a dimlylit room behind the glass. The Colonel pressed another button and a lone spotlight shone down onto alarge metal-topped table. A woman dressed in an orange prison smock lay onthe table, her eyes closed,.