"Only the Gods are rich enough to bring ice down from the mountain tops... then just leave it to melt." We stared at the tiny bubbles popping around t...e floating chips of ice, until the distinct sound of footsteps called us back to our situation.A tall, slender dark-haired man, dressed in what appeared to be simple peasant clothes stepped into the room. He froze when he saw me."Hello," I said, then bowed slightly. "Are you a God?"He studied me with dark eyes for a moment, and then walked around. It was so scary lying down under him, yet I was so wet that I didn’t care. His cock hung down, swaying at me, and then to my delight a hot gush of piss sprayed out onto my naked body. The odor was so strong. Fuck! I was so horny! I lay there enjoying the powerful jet of horse piss spraying me. Hitting my clit, my belly, splashing all over me. It was hitting my face, and I couldn't resist. I moved down and took some into my mouth. The strong taste of horse piss hit my tongue.My pussy was aching. JP was short, about 5' 6" and kind of mousey looking like I say until you got him mad. It sure seemed like he was mad today.They plunked down in the two chairs across from my desk and Lucille began, "Damn it Bubba, you got to help us. You are the sneakiest, shiftiest, most conniving son of a bitch in town and you absolutely got to help us!"Well that kind of start sure had my attention. Usually when she was mad at me Lucille added words like "deceitful and degenerate" to her description of me. I. All he knew were her habits, what she drank, where she sat, what she read. And it was not sticking to those habits that surprised him that morning. He wondered for who was the second latte she ordered, one more than usual beverage. It was early, his eyes still felt sticky from sleep, limbs a bit stiff and mind hazed by recent, sudden waking up. Yann was always the first to be called in to cover someone else's hangover day off. It was the price of living next to your work space, but there were.