It had been three months since the initiation and they would be loaned out routinely to the two other lesbian couples, Alana and Minto, Jan and Cow. T...e wounds of Mistresses brand on the front of their permanently hairless pubic regions had healed. The tattoos of the signature of the club members on their buttocks and neck had also healed. The piercing on their genitals had healed. There were rings on Toilet's cock, balls, between his ass and balls, on the edges of his asshole, and his nipples.. ..at least where the weather was concerned. How my day would turn out was still to be determined. She was coming to pick me up. We talked about it online a bit. I just bought the tickets and made the leap. The next time we found ourselves in the chat room, we ribbed each other, teased and did the whole online flirting thing. She made some comment about "if you were only here" and the opportunity presented itself and I couldn't resist. I simply typed out "I'll be there Thursday." My phone rang. Indeed, people did have different tasting urine, and she fancied that she could tell male urine apart from the female equivalent.And, of course, she had the opportunity to test her theory, as she and Neil put their heads close together to take the stream of piss to which Sylvia eventually gave vent. Not as voluminous as Edward's, but it lasted just as long. That was the thing about men. Lots of volume but not necessarily any better quality. Her hair was soaking from piss, as was Samantha's, but. I need to come,” you whisper. I lick down your stomach and stop with my head just between your legs. I press my tongue to your clit through your panties and the feel of the cloth drives you insane. “Take them off,” you moan. “I want your wet tongue between my legs now!” and again you boom your voice into the darkness. I stand slowly lifting your legs with me. I reach down and draw your panties up your legs. Getting ready I unzip my jeans and pull my hard cock out. You smile at me and pull me.