“That was going to leave a mark” I laughed. Getting back down onto my knees again, Ibpressed my mouth to her hairless slit. With two hard smack of...my hand against her ass, she began to piss into my mouth. I drank it like it was a fine wine. Night, after night I had laid in my bed and imagine what her piss must taste like. It was worth the wait, as I drank her sweet waste, I came up with the idea of having her piss into jars, so that I could still have part of her once our time was over. I had. "Jamie, my little boy queen." She whispered, "Look at me"I dragged my eyes away from her fingers on my thighs and looked into hereyes. She held my gaze and I felt she was looking into my soul. Thelonger I looked onto those eyes the more I felt she was getting deeperand deeper into my most personal thoughts and feelings. There wasnowhere I could hide from her gaze. I felt my control begin to dissolveand I let slip a small moan of submission. She continued to stroke mythighs; her fingers moving. Look at her, she's beautiful."We all smiled, but kept our group appraisal to ourselves as the pixie came in and sat naked at the table to eat with us.Since I was leaving for Oklahoma directly from work, I packed my bag and drove into work in the Impala. Wanda was a real taskmaster the entire morning. All three women were continuously stuffing my in-box with information and reports to review. It seemed that every station I was responsible for had a question or favor to ask for. By lunch time, I. “So, when are you moving?” Leslie asked unable to contain the question longer.Brock shook his head.“Oh, it looks like you’re stuck with me for at least another year,” he said and Leslie looked surprised.“You didn’t like Montana?” she asked. “I thought by the way you bounced out of the car that you had already bought a place and were just coming home to pack.”Brock smiled. It was the first genuine smile Leslie had seen on his face in months.“Montana was fine,” he said. “In fact, it was no.