He lightly brushed his fingers over it. Time ticked by and still no answer came. ‘Please don’t make me ask you again, Kitty.’ He told her gently... though the warning in his voice was clear. ‘I… I’m wearing a… a little black skirt and a white singlet.’ Her voice rushed to answer him. ‘Are you wearing panties?’ ‘Yes sir.’ ‘Take them off.’ He ordered her. He heard her breath quicken. There was the sound of muffled movement. ‘Have you taken them off, Kitty?’ He asked. ‘Yes sir!’ Her voice vibrated. She obediently opened her mouth wide whenhe twisted her nipples hard and painfully. Then he pissed on her faceand into her mouth. Ingrid swallowed some of the stinking yellow pissbut tried to spit out most of it. She hated its taste but she knewshe had to swallow some to make Marcel happy and that was very importantto her. After she had met Marcel, he became her only purpose in life.His pleasure was the most important thing to her, followed by her ownpleasure. She would do anything to make him. From my left cheek almost to my shoulders. Her fingers were soft. Gentle. Erotic. I shivered uncontrollably for a moment."It still hasn't healed," she said softly."Yes it has," I said in words stronger than I thought I was capable of producing. "The wounds healed almost two years ago." It's not the physical scars I'm talking about," she said, sadly.My head snapped up, and I found myself startled by the proximity of her. Her face was inches from mine, her eyes not looking down at the scars, but. "Listen, I feel like a complete dummy. I walked out of the house this morning and left my cigarettes on the bathroom counter. Can I steal one of yours?" What am I saying? I don't even smoke! I don't even like it when Heath does it!The girl gave her a wide and guileless smile and a chuckle. "Don't feel bad. I do that all the time. How come I never see you out here? I didn't think you smoked." I don't usually do it at work. New Years' resolution. But today has been one of those days, y'know? I.