Starting with Jessica. She’s got a crush on you, as does Jordan. Just remember that, once you do that, it’s a lifelong commitment on both ends. It...binds both of you together with a special bond of intimacy.”“What if a woman pees down another woman’s throat?” I asked her, truly unsure of this.“Then she belongs to the girl who pisses down her throat. Same with two men. Swallowing the piss is an act of surrender, of voluntary submission to your new owner. Don’t worry, I have no interest in. The slave in the cell next to me looked on with curiosity and sympathy, she was dressed as a cheerleader and chained up like I was. I wondered if there were others, how many, and what I'd gotten myself into as my clitty throbbed at my situation. Soon, Daddy returned, and I was loaded onto a wheeled cart in my bondage, and taken blindfolded, always blindfolded, out of my cell, to a washroom where Daddy uncuffed me, cleaned me up and gave me my new outfit, an extremely short whorish maid's. He glanced down at the black man's crotch, even now there was this huge, obscene bulge taunting him with its superiority and Fred had always been proud of his six inch dick. It had never failed him and was thicker then most men. It wasn't just Booker either, every single black lifeguard had a huge dick.They had appeared out of nowhere during spring training. Nine, giant muscular black men all over six feet tall. There had never been a black lifeguard in Stony Harbor and the coach/head lifeguard. "Fair's fair" she said in a sing-song voice, "what's good for the goose is good for me to gander at!" she cackled amiably, goosing me with the showerhead that cooled my flesh but inflamed my ardour further as it stimulated the most sensitive spots. I reached out to switch off the water and she jeered derisively, "Had enough have we?" Nowhere near enough love" I retorted, turning round with a big smile and an even bigger hard-on than ever which bowed to her as I stepped out, offering my helping.