The only way I could piss would soak Chris and her lover and ruin the mattress. O.K. Chris can humiliate me but I cant disgrace myself or Chris by let...ing go so I stay as I am patiently waiting for my mistress to wake and release me. It was six forty five a.m. The lovers had been sleeping for a couple of hours or so when Chris yawned and looked over to me. She smiled at me and whispered thanks Paul then reached up and unfastened the belt and wrist restraints. Her lover groaned sleepily as she. Wo-chhodo..Chhodoooo.. M chillaungi chhodooooo. Mein chilla k bola. Mein- chup…Chup…Chilla mt bheed ayegi to tujhe hi poochegi ki kya krne ayi thi iske ghar m. .Or maine use bed pr dhakka diya or apni t-shirt khol di. Wo-plz jane do m fir kbi ni aungi plz jane do.Nhi to m chillaungi. Mein-chilla or chilla …Jb log ayenge to yhi puchenge tu iske ghar m kya kr rhi h…Nhi to m bahar ja ke chillata hun ki ye mere ghar m ayi h chudne k liye mere mna krne pr natak kr rhi h. Wo-nhi plz ye mujhe chhod. Let’s find out if the girls are willing to share my love with you. And you need to know them as more than pictures on my iPad.”Now she did look scared. “What if they don’t like me?”“Hey, Elfin lady, you can see what you are doing to me, you are beautiful and sexy and almost nude in my bed. I know they will love you as well. They keep telling me that I have impeccable taste.” I looked at the time, add the five hours, and it was almost one in the afternoon in the UK. If they kept the same. I am going to enjoy wearing it in cold weather and when I want to impress somebody.]I just stayed out of the way while Hippolyte skinned the lion. She said that the meat would taste bad, and I certainly didn’t argue with her. Again, it was her body, and she should know what tasted good and what tasted bad. She rolled up the skin and tied it on the horse’s back behind the saddle. The horse was not happy about the smell of blood, but Hippolyte easily won that argument.The horse was as happy as we.