After a few minutes of talking, we decided to put on “American Pie”, one of our favorite movies.“Make yourself comfortable, because you’re pro...ably gonna be here for a while”, she told me with a look on her face that told me she was into this as much as I was.I kicked off my shoes and moved them next to the couch we were sitting on. I leaned back on the couch, and she moved closer to me, lightly touching the hand that was on my leg. I smiled and entwined her hand with mine. She looked up at me. The waiter hurried back with four champagne glasses and four doggie bowls. The Wine steward showed off the champagne bottle to my Mistress, who approved, then popped the cork and poured for the mistresses pleasure. Meanwhile two waiters came to our table with an empty water pitcher and both pissed in it. Then they poured it into our bowls. We were ordered to lap up the piss without using our hands. The first one finished would get a reward. I wanted to please my Mistress, so I drank the piss as. Her in my lap feels so good, and her moving around, is getting me really close to cumming in my jeans. I want to cum in my jeans so bad, but not having cum for a few days, I know the load of cum I will end up shooting will be alot. I put her to bed, and go into the washroom to take a piss. My cock being still hard, it takes a while for me to get the piss out. As I am pissing I look around and happen to see her tiny little panties next to the bathtub. She has a habit of taking her dirty little. I was broken out of my daze by the phone ringing on a table by the couch. Picking up the handset, my mouth engaged before my brain did.“Who’s this and what the fuck is going on!”“Well Mr. Badzinski, my name is Turgin of the Agen. If you will give us a couple of minutes, myself and a colleague will come and discuss the deal we made last night.”The line went dead. My brain was going a mile a minute in twenty different directions. Was I really dead? Who the hell were these people? Where the hell.