I have a customer at 1:00, he said. Who’s the customer? Your favorite (sarcasm). You’ve got to be kidding. Not kidding. What does she want? Bikini...groom. Ok. Be there at 12:30. My favorite customer. Mrs. Richards. THE bitch. Rich uppity one. Demanding. Talked down to me a lot. Extremely good looking and built. Upper 30’s, nice ass, long legs, champagne glass tits. But what an attitude. Wife of a wealthy businessman. I wish I could call in and quit rather than deal with her. But, that was not an. I asked her to spread wide her clit with fingers so that I could start my nasty act.She did it. I could now see her pink pussy lips soaked and wet. I didn’t waste time. I started pissing on her tits. “Oh Gosh, what are you doing?” she squeaked in surprise. My stream of urine picked speed. It squirted like a fire brigade’s hose spraying water to arrest an engulfing fire. Quickly I lowered my pissing cock and directed its flow on her pussy. She screamed in ecstasy. My bursting bladder was pumping. " Buffy barely even acknowledged her anymore. Satsu had become an albatross for her--walking, talking evidence of a brief-but-horrible mistake."Yeah, well, my sister's a bitch. I would've warned you, but I wasn't exactly expecting her to go and sleep with you." Only a small stub of the joint was left in her hands, and Satsu took it again when it was offered to her. She finished it, crushed out its remains in a patch of dirt, and dropped down to sit beside Dawn."I wasn't, either." She shifted. I heard my wife’s voice. “How does she look?” “Ally, your husband makes for one sexy wife, let me tell you!" The compliment gave me an immeasurable amount of joy. Mikayla re-entered the bathroom and began clipping the wig in place. She put a necklace around my neck, then lifted my arms and put bracelets and rings on. “Okay, Sam. Wait, does your inner princess have a name?” I thought for a minute and answered. “Call me Sarah.” “Okay, Sarah. Open your eyes.” I had to hold back the tears. I was.