“I don’t…”“You like pee on you?”He blushes and turns away nodding. Curiosity sparks my imagination and I pinch my own flow. “Like, if ... randomly piss on you you’d like it?”“I don’t know,” he says. “Never happened before.”I turn and let go; my piss flies through the air and hits his bare stomach. He giggles and watches it hit him then blushes even harder and pulls away. “Stop it or I’ll drown you!”“Drown me,” I have just enough time to say when he hits me square in the chin with his own. As I pulled the door down over the opening, I saw him jumping around screaming and holding his balls.I put the gun back quickly, crawled outside, replaced the panel, and strolled across the back yard. I continued until I hit the next street and walked a few blocks to a local pub. I felt I had earned a few beers. How many guys can shoot like that?As I sipped a cold Sam Adams, I considered the havoc that was taking place a few short blocks away. It was a little after five when my cell phone rang.. He then silently added. ‘I also wanted to see your body. So, if you will, go up to your room, remove of all your clothes, and come back down to the living room. From now on, I want to see you nude whenever I’m at home. I also want you to fulfill any request I make of you. Now get!’“Alright, Jason.” Annie said. She then rapidly disappeared up the stairway to her room. About that time Jason’s parents came into the living room and greeted their son. While they were speaking, Jason gave. Wendy’s hands shook more violently when she fumbled with the hooks on Burnside’s bra. Wendy glanced for a second at Burnside’s breasts as the bra opened in the front. They were not the breasts of a young woman, but her mistress was way too critical of herself. They still looked all right. One more item to go. Burnside wore standard black panties. There was nothing unusual about them. Wendy pushed the panties over the professor’s bottom and slid them to her ankles. Again Burnside stepped up..