Then I came across a story he had apparently written. It was all about submission and the sexual pleasure of being pissed on. I didn't think about it ...oo much, it was perverted, but I have to say my cock was loving it. What drove me over the edge was finding a gallery which was all about Daddy's. I wasn't exactly sure what that was until I had flicked through a few of the photographs. It became obvious that Peter was turned on by the idea of being submissive for his Daddy. Whether it was. When she came into the den I stood up to give her a kiss hello. She looked just as beautiful as she when she left twelve hours ago. She was wearing a black dress that came just above her knees, and her legs where covered in black nylon. She sat on the couch so she could tell me about her evening. I sat in my recliner so I was facing her. She crossed her legs and leaned back to get comfortable. I could just bearly see the darker band of her stocking top as she began her story. The first thing. Her pretty face was contorted and her eyes rolled to the top of her head. Looking at her blood soaked dress I decided I was not going to waste my time trying to remove it. So I walked over to the reception and found a pair of scissors. Returning to Shiela I simply cut her dress vertically and got it off her quickly. Her blood soaked bra and panties I placed on the side with Almna’s panties, more souvenirs. Grabbing her large breasts in my hands I tasted them again, this time I tasted her blood.. But the thing that made me freeze was her bald pussy right infront of my eyes. It was so sexy my cock jumped, when she asked if I liked it? God yes, its ...ooh my... I was out of words when she sat down. We got on different sites, and my cock was a pain, and soon she askedif she will be the only one naked in here? I stood up and dropped my pants, and my cock pooped out. She looked but didn't say anything.After half an hour her drink was empty and she went for another one.I noticed she was.