"Please stop Misstress Kassi! I'll do anything!" Tim sobbed."Well I know you'll do anything, you're my bitch now! I'm stopping though, because my arm ...s tired." Thank you maam!" Stay in that position." Yes maam!" Tim replied as Kassi left the room. When she came back, He saw she had grabbed her gym bag, and watched as she pulled out a pair of old white cotton panties. When she put them down in front of his face, he could not only smell the sweaty, pee stained odor, but could see the yellow. I didn’t do anything. I let Russell keep kissing me, but I didn’t put my arms round him – but I didn’t stop him, either, even when he undid the clips on my brassiere. I felt the last one go then, suddenly, his hands slid round my sides onto my front and he pushed up my cups and took hold of my bare breasts. He put his hands right on them, and squeezed, and his tongue pushed right to the back of my mouth.’ Anne stopped, shaking at the recollection, then continued, her voice low and trembling.. At five minutes to five the door opened and 5'6" of drenched misery entered, closed the door, looked around slowly and spoke. "You need me ... and I fucking need you ... where's the kettle?" I would of thrown her out, but she smelt that bad I didn't want to get that close to her. By way of explanation she took a soggy wad of paper from her Jean Jacket pocket and unfolded it before passing it to me. The photo had been taken three months earlier, a private commission, there were only three prints. It even had the muscles and veins. It was dripping with spent cum and Tiffany's insides. Tiffany moved to it on her hands and knees. She stuck out her little pink tongue and licked it. Kong tried to stop her, but his heart wasn't in it so he did it in a half assed way. Tiffany blew a kiss across it and her breath made it stand straight out like it was flexing or stretching itself awake following a short nap."I'm not sure you should do this, sweetheart." Why not, Daddy?" You've heard how it has.