This was different. I leaned over to kiss her, but she didn't turn to kiss me, she just kept watching Biggz. She was totally focused on his big cock... and the way he was fucking. I asked her if she wished she was the girl he was fucking, and she just moaned, "yes." I couldn't believe she said this...she had never displayed any interest in black guys, or huge cocks, but there was no denying her reaction to Biggz and his BBC!I wanted to let her really enjoy this, and not distract her, so I. I must have looked puzzled because she continued, "Shit you are one dumbfuck, get the bed pan!"She pointed to the bed pan I had noticed earlier. I picked it up andstarted to head for the bathroom."I need a piss NOW!" she said a cruel grin on her face, leaving no doubtas to what I should do with the contents. I put the spout to my tremblinglips and drank. I have had to drink urine before but this was cold andstale making the task all the more onerous. Mistress looked on a cruelglint in her eye.. I hadn’t told her about my finances. I needed to see if she wanted me for myself and not for money. I’ve been through that route three times already. I didn’t lie to her but didn’t tell her the whole story about my past yet. At my car, she leaned against the door as we talked about where to go next. I needed to taste her so badly. My lips brushed against hers lightly, a whispery soft touch. I wanted to claim her right there. Pulling back, I looked into her eyes. A tear slid from the corner of. In my mind, I was incensed. I wanted to find the guy and tear his head off. I was brought to reality when the detectives started asking for details. How tall was he, how much did he weigh, how old was he? So many questions.They brought out the books of mugshots. We sat there for two hours looking at pictures of the worst of society. Allie sensed my anger and put her hand on the back of my wrist.”I'm ok, Terry, ” she whispered, ”They will find him.”I swallowed hard and shook my head in.