I kept quiet for the fear of being daunted, though it tickled me more and making me slightly horny(My earlier encounter with my classmate had roused m... at the slightest touch of my nipples). At the same time, I felt something hard was brushing against me. Somehow, I finished the day’s lesson to his satisfaction and was thinking about him.After a couple of days, I overcame the inhibition and my progress impressed him a lot. He told others how I am setting example for others though very shaky in. Sheneeded an orgasm produced with my assistance. And Iwas going to give it to her.She was watching me intently to see what I would do.Frankly, I had no plan. I decided to approach thesituation with caution. If you can call liftingKatie's skirt, then hooking my thumbs into either hipof her pink, delicate panties cautious. Oh mygoodness. Those panties were suffering from STS(severe tenting syndrome). Their safe removal wasgoing to require some skill. I would have to ease themover that stiff,. I haven’t seen all the girls of the GSS in a bikini yet...”SLAP“I love you so much, but all of your slapping could give me a concussion.”“Get out and go workout. I have spies watching you anyway.”I gave a sleeping Tracy a kiss, and Jennifer I kissed her nipple, got out of bed, put on the suit and sweats, “You can come with me if you want. That would be your safest way to watch me. You are the most beautiful fiancée I have.”“Do you want to be slapped again?”“May ... be?”She got out of bed, put. I saw his feet as he stood directly over me and suddenly I felt a jet of warm liquid hitting the top and back of my head. I had thought this couldn’t get worse but I instantly realised this wasn’t water. He was actually pissing on me! He was washing his spunk off of me with his urine! Again I was taken to new levels of degradation, debasement, and humiliation. “Look up slut” I forced myself as disgusted as I was to close my eyes and look up. I felt his urine hitting my face and running down.