“May I please use the bathroom, Sir? I didn’t get a chance to pee all day,” My cousin asked shyly.“You are going to piss on the ground from no... on,” I reminded her with a big grin. I couldn’t wait to see the look on her face the first time she did.“Master Mike didn’t say I had to do that yet. I am not in training, Sir. Please?” Buttercup reminded me.“Well, you can ask him when you see him. Until then, you can piss on the ground while we walk,” I said.“I can’t even stop to squat, Sir?” Buttercup. Working with him in a sitting position, I could take him a little deeper now, and I concentrated on bobbing my head up and down his shaft, tilting my head from side to side to let my tongue work the underside of his dick from different angles. My hands moved to the base of his tool, first rubbing the tightly-curled hair, and then holding his shaft steady as I worked on this beautiful cock.And I worked hard. Although I was giving it everything I had, it didn't seem like I was drawing him any. . Not all at once ... there’s enough variety to keep one coming back to Leon’s every week.And then ... Chocolate.Crossing the river is all that and more ... and the smell of polluted water in the middle.General Andrew Thaddeus Bonaventure Kosciuszko has a statue near my favorite Italian restaurant ... they make their own sausage ... and it is great. And I am going if I have to take the city bus.So ... JW brought the tour bus ... we four were waiting at my house. Maria, Sofia, Bianca ... and me. None of us could find any major changes we wanted to make as long as the terrorists continued to maintain such sloppy security. Surely we would have to change if they tightened up their security, but we had a good system with what the terrorists were doing right now.I was really surprised when nothing was reported on TV about our attack on the Squawbottom terrorist camp. Was this an effort by the Canadians to keep the public from knowing how close they had come to disaster, or was the silence.