Then without warning, U. began to piss on the boy’s face. Have you seen that sweet race on television? That angelic pure, young innocent face... Imagine a big black dick hovering over it and a hard spray of thick yellow piss splashing across that nose and into those eyes. Justin knew what to do. He at once opened his mouth and tried to swallow as much of U.’s strong yellow piss as he could. He could be punished for spilling any piss, and now it was all over the dressing room. ?You. I am going to be your Mistress from now on and I will MAKE you do all the things you have always fantasized about but couldn't quite bring yourself to do. We will begin by finishing the fantasy you have started." Michelle then walked around the room and brought all six containers and put them on the floor in front of me. She then went to the corner and brought over a camcorder I had not previously seen. She could tell I was in shock. "Don't worry Jane, if you are a good slave no one but us will. Filling her pretty, pouty-lipped mouth with what came out of my bum-hole. Making her tongue taste and feel my filth. Making her nice blonde curtains all shitty. I feel so, so powerful. I torture her with it, smothering her, permitting her a few seconds of breath, then back down into the sludge she goes! My pole twitches and leaks with newly-pubescent cravings as she comes up for air and squeals and begs and pleads through shitty lips and shitty tongue before her frantic words are turned to. He looks at me kind of scared and I take the coat hanger and bend it into a branding iron for him. After about 10 minutes on high heat, the pan is smoking and the key is as hot as it needs to be. I pick it up with tongs and put it on the end of the wire hanger. “Alright, lean over the table. I’m going to brand your ass with my house key so you know I’m always allowed in and so every man who wants to fuck you knows you’re mine and that he’s just visiting.” “Yes master”And with that, I spread his.