Suzanne couldn’t wrest her gaze from her flowing pee as it jetted from her pussy slit. This was such incredible fun, to have her toilet in the middl... of the bedroom without a care in the world. Even as she revelled in her naughtiness the thought occurred to her that there was ample opportunity for many more such toilets in her new home prior to the commencement of the rebuild.The soft hissing of Suzanne’s pee was accompanied by a soft splatter as her pussy spray hit the carpet, droplets of her. I was a little dizzy when I mounted the platform because I didn’t pay attention to the access screen asking me if I wanted to make any changes. I pushed yes and then increased the time and the severity, it came back and asked if I wanted to be secured because of the increased severity and I pushed yes. Lucy could see this and was trying to get my attention to get me to stop but I was still not thinking clearly. The last prompt asked for an implement and I picked the horse whip, it came back. I finally concluded that the worse that could happen is just a massage. Or a massage with the usual handjob for a few extra bucks. I decided to keep the appointment. The time was here, I emailed and asked for direction and she replied with the address and private gate code along with instructions to her apartment. I arrived within minutes of the appointment time and found her apartment easily. I knocked and she opened the door. I was pleasantly surprised to see a late 30's or early 40's woman. I'd been here before and knew what to expect. In fact, I was glad to be here; it was a place I'd wanted to be for weeks. This was where I watched the killer and got a glimpse into his world. The timing sucked but it was still a good place to be. Mikkelson obviously wasn't in any need of my assistance; he had convinced himself that he could handle all of this by himself. I shook my head that anyone in law enforcement could be so pigheaded. But then, considering how all this started, I guess I.