Her tits are so firm and paired with them perky nipples, it made my cock hard like a rock in a matter of seconds. while sucking and nibbling my tongue...on it, she continues to jerk my hard cock. she let out a very soft moan. we cant really moan out loudly as my next bed neighbor is sleeping and just separated with curtains.so after a while of sucking her tits, she pushed me down and continues to suck my cock. she twirled her tongue on the tip of my cock to taste my overflowing precum. licks it. How long I stood there I have no idea, but by the time I finally stepped out of the shower, blinking back the water and unruly hair from my eyes, I was well and truly cold. “Did you enjoy the show?” a female voice inquired. A few seconds previously I would have bet on my being the coldest thing around for miles, but that voice possessed an icy politeness that was verging on the Arctic. Standing before me, hands on hips, Sarah Cullen was still astonishingly pretty even when she was livid with. It was repeated until it ran clear. I was not allowed to shit or pee like a normal man again. Though they had a bathroom, at any time during the night, the Goddess or her slaves might enter my cell, wake me, kneel, kiss their pussy and allow them to release their hot pee all over me...or sometimes even worse. In short, I was a male toilet. This extended throughout the day as well. After I was emptied each morning, as a prisoner, I was taken outside and thoroughly hosed down, hands clasped. “I’ve got some errands to do. Want me to pick up dinner?” She yelled as she opened the kitchen door and stepped out into the cold December air. “Yes!” I yelled, not knowing whether she heard me. I showered and dressed, and went out to do some errands of my own. When I returned home it was already past 3:00 p.m. and Sarah was still out. Since I was partly responsible for all the fluids on Sarah’s sheets, mine and hers, I washed the sheets and pillow cases. I didn’t do the wash because of any.