I had thought of many ways to cum for You this afternoon, but i wanted it to be with You, as well as for You Master. i had a small bottle ready, one...with a spout that is found on sports drinks. i poured the still warm liquid into the bottle and fixed the lid on firmly. Testing the theory i pointed the spout at my breast and squeezed the bottle gently, and just as i had hoped a stream of piss shot out onto my tit. This is what i craved. i wanted to be Your piss slut, Your toilet Master. i. Jenna looked at herself in the mirror, satisfied about how she looked. She shut her light off and slowly made her way towards the living room. John was sitting in the recliner, the foot rest out, and reclined back. "Hi dad, whatcha watching?" She asked as she walked in. John turned and looked at her, "hi honey, oh just some old movie." Jenna smiled at him, "can I watch it with you?" She asked excitedly, noticing him looking at her chest. John cleared his throat nervously, looking back up at. Nonetheless, I go with it. He stares at me for a moment, I look at him; quite a long moment; I gulp, not stepping back; and after a second he again chuckles stupidly and goes to his room."I'm fuckin' tired. See ya tomorrow, cousin."Did it work? …hopefully. Because nobody—no-bro-dy!—can know a thing about what I did. ***The next day my dad takes Dirk to the firm with him so it's calm til the afternoon. It must be sad for my dad’s employees working their asses off all day and then see the boss. ’ …74%…75%…76%… ‘If my memory serves me correctly, which it better, since I’ve got a photographic memory, this was a beginning of a long range plan, and it was set back for awhile due to unforseen complications.’ …84%…85%…86%… ‘It also proved the loyalty of one of my closest allies. At this time I didn’t know if I could even trust him or not, but he proved he was more than trustworthy, but tried valiantly to help me overcome the new unforseen obstacles, even though we both failed. It was only.