Every Wednesday Katrina got to live out her most wicked of fantasies with Gretchen. On Wednesdays she was Gretchen's toilet slut and pussy slave. From...the moment they awoke in the morning until they were both fast asleep at night Gretchen controlled the house AND her mother.Today was no different. In the early morning Gretchen had walked completely nude into her mothers bedroom boldly. Climbing up on the bed, she squatted over her mother's face and pissed outright. Katrina happened to be sound. " She tossed him his clothes. "Come on, we've got to clean up." She gathered up her clothes and stood by the door with her hand on the knob."Aren't we going to get dressed?" he asked as he got off the bed."We will, but not just yet." Where are we going now?" Why to clean up." Okay, I'll bite, where are we going to go clean up?" Why the locker room, of course. Where did you think we were going?" She pulled the towel off the bed. Both of them could see the large wet spot in the middle of the. '" Indeed?" said Monte Cristo, sighing."You see, then," said Albert, "that instead of opposing, she will encourage me." Adieu, then, until five o'clock; be punctual, and we shall arrive at twelve or one." At Treport?" Yes; or in the neighborhood." But can we travel forty-eight leagues in eight hours?" Easily," said Monte Cristo."You are certainly a prodigy; you will soon not only surpass the railway, which would not be very difficult in France, but even the telegraph." But, viscount, since we. Since the weather was getting worse I decided to givemy undivided attention to the drive. "When we get to my house Tara your breastswill be exposed one way or another. If you don't want to be hurt then I suggestthat you show me your tits!" I expected she never would and I was right. During the drive she did do something totally unexpected. She placed andgently squeezed her bound hands onto my right hand. "I understand your anger." Taraspoke to me in a voice that is both compassionate and soft;.