? Part 6: ?You want to pee, don't you?? ?Please, Master. I desperately need to pee.? ?So pee. You have permission.? Sierra started to sit up, expectin... to be allowed to visit the bathroom. ?Uh-uh. No. You are peeing right here on the seat.? Sierra started to snivel until snot was pouring out of her nose and mixedwith the drool and cum that was still caked on her chin and cheeks. ?Please, Master. P-please.? ?Do it.? Jeff pressed his hand directly on her bladder, causing the inevitable to. All of the belts looked worn and weathered. She had a leather strap with a handle. There were two large wood paddles and blue plastic ping pong padde. In the bottom of the chest was coiled up bullwhip. The bullwhip had knots tied in the loose leather strands at the end. There was also a rod with two leather tails on the end. My cock was rock fucking hard. I closed the trunk and put the keys back. I started moving things and thinking of how to break the ice on the whole whipping and spanking. Oh great, he was re-arranging the bedroom furniture again. I decided to say hello anyways. It never even crossed my mind what another possibility of the sound was, till I heard a follow-up:"Oh fuck yes!!!"The scream nearly made me deaf, that's how loud and intense it was. I realized my father was in there with a woman not my mother; which didn't surprise me, since the two hated each other. But still, the scream sounded a bit familiar, so I decided to approach and see who the mystery slut. The young girl, who was tall, slim, and very pretty with high cheekbones that would be enough to make the cover girl on Vogue magazine feel envious, dressed in a tight short and very revealing black skirt and small white blouse that snuggled up nicely to her cleavage.They were all very drunk. I had no choice but to sit awkwardly in between them.You know that thing you find yourself doing sometimes when you turn your head just slightly and look out to the side from the corner of your eye,.