I smiled and stared harder at her crotch. I could see a large wet spot in her white panties. The moisture made it more transparent, and I could see th... outline of her lips pressing against the damp fabric. I continued fanning her and looked up from her crotch ... her gaze was locked on the swelling in my pants. I stepped back to my drafting board and put down the pad I was using to fan her. I reached down and adjusted my rising dick in my jeans, a move that wasn’t lost on her. Her eyes had. She actually was getting a thrill from being bossed around; this was something new she was learning about herself. She had loved being made to eat all those pussies, being treated like an object and, perhaps most of all, being the center of attention. But she had been unable to pleasure herself, and every inch of her body was aching with the need for relief. Swimming would let her get her mind off it, at least. She plunged in and began to circle the pool.Jackie sat back and sipped her wine. Moving from the seat she ran to the nearest wall before standing up to it with her muff barely an inch away from the plaster. She started to pee again, this time sending her hot pussy stream to spray over the surface for several delicious seconds, whilst a running stream of piss made its way to the carpet. She quickly stopped peeing before turning from her toilet spot, moving to clamber up on the large conference table before squatting down to have another wee.This time her golden stream. "It's alright, Cadie. I'mnothing special. You'll not dishonor me by looking at me. How old areyou?" I am one hundred and forty years old."I couldn't fathom living that long. She'd been born into slavery likeme, but had lived it for three times longer than I ever had. "You wereborn a slave?"She nodded. "I'm sorry, Shaelan. I didn't recognize you. I heard thelegends that one day you would return, but after so long I alwaysbelieved them to be stories to try to bring a little hope to all of usand.