So, Heather wouldn’t suffer too much from cold as the pee dried. Inside the Wal-Mart I made Heather walk around with me. Of course, I bought her a...other huge fountain soda and told her the sooner she finished it, the sooner her punishment would end. I’ll admit I was very aroused knowing my wife was walking around in the store with soaked shorts and panties, and that she was filling her bladder again. We spent over an hour in the store, and I bought Heather a refill on her soda, before she. Slowly, and forcibly, they opened. She had slept heavy when she had finally drifted off, but the night was a restless one. Having agreed, whole-heartedly to the task ahead, she could now sense the nervousness and dread attacking every fibre of her being. It wasn't so much about the danger she may be facing but more about the men she would have to give herself to.With the Rat, she had been doing this for months without knowing anything about it, but now, now she would be stone cold sober. She. As my nerves were shaky in anticipation and my cock getting warm and dripping precum, I waited for my moment. Before I knew it, the shower curtain swung open, and there, behold, was the view I had waited 3 long years to see–my s****r-in-law completely naked. The first thing I saw here her amazing breasts, the most perfect site I had ever seen! There they were, 44DD naturals on a relatively small frame. They suspended themselves in the air magically, no extreme sagging, etc. I wanted to bust. If I was lucky, that's all I'd end up doing. Fuck. Again. I climbed down from the step stool and laid the feather duster I had been using to clean the tops of the window sills down.I struggled up the carpeted stairs, teetering precariously on the ridiculous heels. As humiliating as my situation was, I could feel my hairless cock straining within the confines of the tiny, hard plastic case locked around it. Perhaps, I thought, she might unlock it for a few moments and allow me to jack off,.