After we recovered enough to speak I said "I will take the new pantyhose if I get this treatment every time I put them on." Clair laughed and said "Yo... would if you put them on in front of me."We kissed again and then Clair got off me. She straightened out her bra and pulled on her blouse. I pulled up my pantyhose and pulled on my jeans. She pulled on her slacks and slipped back into her shoes. I put on my socks and shoes. Folded my old pantyhose put them in my pocket. Clair tuck in her top. She wanted to be my sex slave so she's going to get it. I am my dick at her face and smile she sees this smile so she does too. Just then a stream of piss hits her in the face I move the stream to her mouth and she gets a big mouthful which she spits out... "Swallow it"! She looks up at me and nods and again opens her mouth and I refill her mouth and she swallows my piss once she does that I aim my stream at her giant tits and spray those she starts massaging the piss into her tits which. If Margarethadn't been there to hold onto me, I might have fainted right in themiddle of the crowd of neighbors milling around our driveway andsearching through our collection of old clothes, forgotten books, andother items that had gone unused for too long. Our child turned back to me, obvious concern now mixed with the worry,when I wrapped an arm around her shoulder. I did my best to give her areassuring smile. "Sweetheart, you didn't do anything wrong. I had askedyou to bring out anything. Aren't you tired? I'm feelin' damn near dead." You get used to it. I've discovered over the years that a cold one takes the edge off," she laughed."Okay, then, let me do a quick change and we'll go," I said. She nodded. I grabbed my stuff, stepped into the adjacent bathroom, and changed.The Muddy Boot wasn't as small as I at first thought: long bar, large dance floor, a caged bandstand, and maybe thirty tables. One thing for sure, I wasn't underdressed. The place was peopled mostly by real.