" You mean oral sex?" she asked. "I don't think I could," she hesitated. "Isn't it kind of gross?" Kind of," he said, "at first. But it feels amazing....And there's something addictive about being able to give your partner that much pleasure."Her eyes were huge. "Really?" she said. "Carolyn does that for you? You do it to her?"Should he be honest?"Truthfully?" he said carefully. "Yes and no. Yes, Carolyn does it for me quite often, but she doesn't let me do it for her." Why?" Ellie asked, her. Let me clean you….eh..?”.He took out his weapon and emptied his urinary bladder on her face. Then the others too did so. I saw that bloody basteds were washing her in there dirty piss. The whole of them pissed their mouth. The spat over her while they were doing so. The men were doing things with a dirty smile and I felt her as a closet. Hi….a white…clay bathroom closet . I smiled. Then I woke up. Actually I had exhausted a long before and the pussy juice was oozing out of it. My fingers were. Over the following fortnight we exchanged mails on a daily basis with Peter now asking if we could meet again and more about the things his wife would require of him as her sub. Due to the content of the mails and the fact that it was something still new to me I agreed to go stay with him from the Friday until the Sunday. On the Friday I decided to wear exactly the same clothes as our last meeting to drive over in and added the sandals that he had bought me two weeks before. I packed a small. Jaq had gone straight from school, still wearing a short blue skirt, white blouse, white cotton panties and her white pumps. I can imagine that Jaq looked very fuckable; she still dresses like it occasionally for some sex play.Pete said his car was parked to the rear of the building and asked if Jaq would like a lift anywhere. Jaq accepted the kind offer and the two of them walked to the car park. The car was parked in a darkish corner, one of only two left in the car park. Pete informed Jaq.