Since he did not leave the room I went to the toilet, avoided his gaze the whole time. At least this was not as humiliating as squatting over a litter...box.“You don't have to shower today,” he informed me. “I've booked a slot for a bath and a trim later on.” “Yes,Sir,” I replied, got up and wiped myself before I flushed. Hoping he would keep talking, explain more I washed my hands, dried them and turned around.“We will go for a walk first.” A smirk hovered on my lips. “The downfalls of keeping. " she said, licking again. "You taste good." She continued to lick her out, tilting her head to the side and up in order to gain more access.Rangani’s chest heaved up and down, her breathing labored. She tipped her head back, feeling as if she was about to explode. "Ooooooh my gosh…..Oooooh….uh uh. Huhn! Huhn! Huhn! Mmph! Chandani!" Chandani picked up the pace, pushing herself up and forward more, licking every inch of Rangani’s wet pussy. She bit down a few times on the flaps of skin to the. As I gingerly licked at her spit, she removed her other boot and then got up and crossed the room again. Again I heard her rustling around in the shadows and again she returned with a new way to torture me – a rubber body bag. She spread the bag out on the floor and unzipped it. ‘Get in.’ she said. I climbed inside and she stood over me, straddling the bag. I could see her shaved pussy as I looked up from the floor. And then she pissed on me; a hot, steady stream that. I needed more, I needed a cock I could suck on and a mouth that would tongue and suck my pussy. And what a lucky day when a new family moved in next door and they had a son, who it turned out was fifteen almost sixteen years old. He was tall, flowing blond hair and a physic to die for. Just watching them move in seeing his strong harms lifting and carrying. Fortunately it was a July day and got quite warm. He removed his shirt and OMG was he gorgeous. He was tanned, welled muscled and quite a.