But her urge to pee overpowered her restraint and she just peed.I don’t like that kind of stuff but somehow wanted her to completely control her and...that’s why I did it. Maybe the master feeling became too strong, then I dragged her under the shower and set it to the cold mode and switched it on. She was feeling a bit cold but after a minute, she started liking it which was what I wanted. Though I wanted to be her master, I was keeping a close watch on what she likes, as in the end that was the. I want to do the work."Mr. Marshall leaned back in his chair, as if seeing her for the first time. His eyes raked over the impudent swell of her tits pushing against the thin blouse under her tweed jacket. He hadn't missed a single sway of her womanly ass or the slender, smoky flash of her pantyhose-clad legs as she'd come into the room.His cock began swelling as he eyed her."We need team players, Mrs. Hines. Do you understand what I mean?" I'll do whatever I can for the company," Veronica said. I practically oozed up the steps onto the veranda of the building surrounding the lady's cage. There was one guard patrolling the veranda. He seemed to be a cross between an 800-pound gorilla and a porcupine. It's a cinch, no ordinary person would try to subdue him by jumping on his back, and I wouldn't either. It was almost ludicrous that he carried an enormous, iron-bound club with a spike. It was certainly a weapon that mirrored his appearance.This guard was no surprise, as I had been warned. Victoria’s eyes closed and my hand found the zip on her coat. I inched it slowly down. She looked up at me, her bottom lip pinned by a row of perfect, pearly teeth. Still wrapped tight around me, her breath clouded around my face as she whispered, almost inaudible. “What’re you doing, Tom?” My fingers inched the zipper lower to just below her breasts. My hand slipped into the coat and eased it open as my palm drifted across her chest and the soft woollen jumper. “I’m… Opening you up to the.