"He pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them, letting his prick bob, pointing at her. His hand came to stroke it once."Not for something like th...s." He stroked twice more as he decided what to do. His voice was raspy when he spoke again. "But before I'm done with you, you will."He didn't know how much she'd done with boys. He got the impression it wasn't much, but it didn't matter anyway, because whatever a boy had done to her would pale by comparison to what she was about to go. Like it wouldn’t take much for the laughter to turn into hysterics. We were all herded into a chute with caging on both sides and over the top. It led to an outdoor holding pen with a dirt floor and benches scattered around. Nothing like the waiting room at the cherry auction with its comfortable chairs. Two officers at the entrance to the pen checked our wrist tattoos and tapped on a computer screen as we passed through. Daddy was waiting there and had talked the officers into. "It's so big." She said and took a few steps closer."Not big enough for your mother." Her mother was a real size queen and had always chided me on "how average" I was. "It's bigger than when you pee." She took a few more steps and I let her watch it pulse and waver."You've been watching me in the bathroom?" I'd crack open the door from time to time to let the steam out after a shower so I could use the mirror to shave. My routine has always been to shower then shave. I never thought that she. ‘I need to piss again.’ She said as she shot a jet of piss right at my cock, then more at my chest, soaking the satin blouse so that the wet material clung to my body. Marci Stopped pissing then and looked down at her handy work as I continued to pump my cock with one hand while the other moved over the wet blouse, rubbing the material against my body. ‘That feels lovely, mistress, thank you. May I taste your piss?’ Marci took a step forward so that she was standing right over me. .