Liam was normally a mild-tempered man, but this slip of a girl had a way of getting under his skin. He leaned closer, using his height to tower over h...r as he glared down his nose at her. ‘Let’s get one thing straight. If I’m going to let you come along with me, you have to agree that I am in charge. I refuse to be saddled with a harebrained female who doesn’t even know how to look after herself and refuses to follow the simplest of instructions. Now is that clear?’ ‘Harebrained! Why of all the. The showerSmiling Frank took his cock in his own hand. Suddenly a hot stream hit her neck and when she looked down automatically Frank raised his cock a bit and his pee hit her right in the face.He is pissing on me! She was too shocked to move and felt the hot liquid run down between her breasts across her stomach and over her pussy. It seemd to last forever and despite her firmly closed lips she tasted the salty tang of urine on her tongue. She kept her eyes closed to avoid getting it there,. If she vomited, she would have to lick off her stomach‘s content a second time, of course. She brought her tongue back to the horrible lake and tested the puddle’s clotted edge. Then, without allowing herself to think, she reamed a long lane through the ghastly substance, revealing the silvery surface hidden underneath. The fiendish routine of abuse and torture had cooled down some for her during the last week. A new load of untrained slaveflesh, virgin to whip and branding iron, had arrived,. I was wearing nothing but his sleeping tunic, the last piece of relatively clean laundry he had kept out when we sent our clothes to be washed. It was off-white, though I guessed it probably started out actually white. It was enormous on me – it hung down past mid-thigh, could have wrapped around me twice if I'd cut the seam, and it smelled of him. From his vantage point, with the candle behind me, I was sure he could see the outline of my body through the well-worn fabric. One shoulder.