”“Well go ahead. You can piss between my legs. The space should be big enough that a real man should be able to hit it. But just to make sure I wi...l aim you.”This was something that I had never experienced. I had a beautiful, bald, nude woman holding my dick, sitting on a toilet pissing and inviting me to piss between her legs using that fire crotch as a target. I was not sure that I could.“Come on big guy! Relax and do your thing.”She shook my dick and aimed it down with her right hand and. And I was not on it, if She did not rush violently, She did it gradually, without ever releasing the pressure, without ever going back, cutting my breath, until abutting on my prostate She pressed the as much as possible. I felt incredibly possessed. My hands searched her thighs to caress her, I wanted to express how she possessed me. Master positioned himself in front of me and without them needing to tell me anything, I took it in my mouth again, while Mistress came and went in my ass,. ‘Believe it.’ I really do, and every morning as well. ‘Here,’ he said as he put a small box in my hand. ‘This is on the house. I hope she enjoys ’em.’ I looked. It was an assortment of French ticklers, meant to be put on my cock as I fucked her to add to her excitement. ‘Thanks,’ I said as I slipped them into my pocket. ‘Now you can feel like there’s a little bit of you in her pussy.’ He grinned. ‘That’s the idea.’ Before I walked away, I whispered, ‘She shaves it bare, too…’ He grimaced in. Duh! What a jerk I am! Well, not completely, cause we and talked and talked and talked. He apologized for leaving the party with the redhead, touching my arm, ever so lightly. I imagined his fingers were tiny butterflies caressing my body everywhere at once.One time he brushed my hair from my cheek, tucking it behind my ear. And all the while I listened to that hypnotic voice of his. I was folding underwear on wobbly legs, trying to play it cool, all the while thinking that I'd follow him.