She said that she knew how badly I'd always wanted "this" and pushed me to my knees.I looked up into her blue eyes as she stepped towards me and lifte... her skirt and knew exactly what she meant. She had no panties on and I touched my tongue to her and found her peehole and then kissed, then opened my mouth as she began to fill it. I won't say her pee was sweet but it was heady, and good; everything I'd ever dreamt.When my mouth was almost full I tried to swallow and lost a little out the. The show was a simple one with the girls getting on the turning plate and then undressing and after a while spreading their legs and showing their cunt for all that were sitting around the table. Rather nice since everybody got a good view. Just posing girls. The chairs were placed in a half circle and the girls entered from behind a curtain to the turning table, it was tricky for them to get on and off since the plate turned all the time. I managed after a while to get into the front row so I. Some were tiny, barely threads, fading into silver. These were people who were given simple commands, ones that didn't change their personalities, and Mark's influence was slowly fading from them. Others were thicker. These represented people permanently changed by Mark.Other threads and chains also branched from mark. Silver threads were regular mortals, the thick ones, what few there were, represented the friends and family of Mark. The thinner, silver threads, represented acquaintances. Each. Camille was an expert listener.She sympathized with the young girl and listened thoughtfully as Susan pouredout her heart over the ensuing weeks. Most of the conversations revolved aroundSusan's frustrations of being a lesbian in a heterosexual world. It reallycame as no surprise to either one of them when late one night Camille bentover and softly kissed her pretty young friend. To Susan, this was the beginning of something magical. Soon thereafter, Susanhad her first full-fledged lesbian.