It doesn't matter if other people can see it! MISTRESS, force me to piss my pants frequently, too, in public .I should never be allowed to remove cum,...urine or spittle from my face or body without YOUR explicite permission!!! The same applies to EVERYTHING YOU attache to my body. Such things must not even be touched by me!In public, I should always be forced to keep a preservative in my mouth all the time, filled with spit, cum or piss, making it impossible for me to speak or answer a question.. Gina felt like a movie star as she rode in the back of the limousine heading away from her rundown neighbourhood; at seven thirty she noticed the housing becoming more impressive; with larger more secluded houses. At five to eight she noticed the car turn off the road and pass through an ornate gateway; it took a further five minutes to drive along the lane and come to the house, which only be described as palatial.The chauffer got out and immediately opened the door for Gina to exit the car;. He would tell me from time to time to tell him something, something he didn't already know, something interesting about myself. Well this time I asked him to tell me something, something no one else knew about him. He told me a very deep and personal story. I felt honored that he shared that story with me and trusted me with it.Then as we pulled up to my truck, he asked me to tell him something. I was so nervous, but the alcohol left in my system gave me some courage. I told him about the open. It’ll become easier when he goes back to work.I met with CSM Okorie at a Tex-Mex restaurant in the Morningside Park neighborhood of Atlanta. He laid a manila folder down as we sat at the table. The waitress took our drink order and left us with menus.“Get a full lunch as I took a couple of personal hours, since we’ll be here for a while.”“Well, then I’m buying lunch as it’s the least I can do. Though I’m not paying for your alcohol.” I said with a chuckle.We browsed the menus and placed our.