.. thing is locked!I use my mouth... And she calls my thing a "clitty"Ha, that is funny! Tell me more!I wake her up every morning by kissing her toes ...hile staring at the keyfrom my chastity cage on her ankle chain and working my way up her legsto her pussy, which I lick to an orgasm or several... Then...Then what?She... Uses me as a urinal...WHAT? REALLY?Yeah... I roll on my back and she straddles my face, her pussy lipsright over my open mouth and...She pees in your mouth?Yes...And you drink. "That's not very sporting though." Hm? What do you mean by that?" Her voice seemed very genuine."Well a part of fishing is the wait," I said rather casually, forgetting for a moment to whom, or rather what, I was talking to, "just grabbing a fish out of the water... doesn't seem right to me."She closed her grin, and she smiled instead. Her pretty hand submerged under the water along with the fish."You'd catch a lot more fish if you got a little bit further from the edge," she said. There was a. I had expected a Colombo type. Everybody knows that detectives wear rumpled suits and are very crafty – everybody who watches TV anyhow. Either that or a gorgeous woman, about 30 years old. Neither turned out to be true. I got a black McGarret – a tall, hunky guy who looked like a former Marine – and a woman who was a dead ringer for Penny Marshall. TODAY's Penny Marshall, old and gray and overweight, not the young woman on Laverne and Shirley reruns.They identified themselves; Penny seemed to. I would drop in to her office during break time or lunch and we always had such a nice chat, I knew I was getting some very strong feelings about Irene and started to consider what life would be like with her. Sometimes I would take her pug out for a walk or bring him in some milk bones or other dog treats.She started to leave her heels at the office and if my fantasies were hot just messing with her reading glasses, her so serious patent black heels got me even hotter.There was something about.