He came to my home. We were at casual talk he enquired about my husband I told him he was out of station. He took a wine bottle from his bag and offer...d it to me .Initially I heisted to accept it but I have a wish of tasting some wine which I shared with him. He opened the bottle and both of us had some. After some time I felt a pleasant feel, and I had some more. Now I am little fit I lost shyness and all. Both of us started to talk. Gradually that talk diverted to sex matters about my sex. "Read the label," Jill chortled. I looked down at the bottle and scanned it. Extra virgin olive oil. "Just the ticket, no?" she said, resuming her previous position. I poured a bit of oil and rubbed up and down my shaft a few times, and then poured a bit more and rubbed it on Jill's firm ass cheeks. I massaged her for a while, every so often pressing against her tight ring with my fingertip. Gradually I took it up a level, occasionally pressing my greasy digit into her ass up to the first. Donna shuddered. It would be so easy to just keep fucking. But she knew that she had to go to her friend. The boys didn't object--they all looked disturbed by what might be going on upstairs. Even DeeDee's ever-present smile looked somewhat forced.Donna shakily made her way upstairs. She stood outside the guest room door and listened. Susan's cries had become muffled. Donna's heart was in her throat."No one's going to help you, bitch!" she heard Tom saying, his voice cold and cruel. "So stop. I love pissing for You in my panties Mistress and then put it wet on my head and lick my piss on the floor ... what a humiliation mistress, what a pleasure Mistress to suffer this humiliation for Your pleasure mistress! Thank You Mistress! And to tell You the truth Mistress i would the hot urine that wets this panties and covers my face be Your Mistress ... what a sweet and subtle humiliation it should be Mistress to taste and feel Your Champagne ... i love when You offer me a picture of You.