"There was a slight sloshing sound as she moved. Adam's waist was noticeably glistening with her fluids as they leaked out of her cunt. Tiffany leaned...forward and placed her hands on Adam's chest to brace herself. She stared into his face with slight tears in her eyes and red embarrassed cheeks. She soundlessly mouthed the word sorry before kissing him. At the same time he felt something warm spilling over his waist. She had just lost control of her bladder."Did you just make her pee?" Trent. “Hands behind the chair.” I could hear his shoes clomping against the wooden floor. Picturing him walk over to her and tying her up always got my juices started. “So, why are you here?” he asked in his deep voice. “Your reputation,” she replied. “Good, so you know how this works then.” “I think so.” “Wait here.” “Hrmmmf.” She sounded surprised through the gag on her face, just like all the rest of them. The sound of his shoes dissipated into the next room. He didn’t come back for a good. We still have to deal with yourhomophobia. I tell you how we're going to deal with it. We're notputting up with it. It no longer exists. Your homophobia dies withChris. You can leave behind all your bull shit. You're lucky. You'regetting a clean slate. All your crap dies this very moment. Now tellme how much you love cum." I love cum miss, I do." Kneel on this and lean forward," she says indicating the stockade."Tell me how bad you want to taste some cum." she continues."I want to taste cum. As we were getting into the truck, Debbie gave a big grin and thumbs up to Sally. Tom grabbed my arm and said, ‘Let Debbie get in first,’ meaning she’d be sitting next to John, and I would be next to him. I overheard Sally tell David, ‘I told you it would work out if she did it right, and from the looks of things, she did!’ We cruised Main Street for about half hour talking about my basketball season, Debbie’s cheerleading, how the old high school was doing, and how their first year at State.