She held in her screams as much as possible, gritting her teeth instead. She kept her eyes open and watched the heavy weights dangling from her tits,...stretching them further than she would have thought possible. She watched the Mistress as she selected her next tools. It was needles again, similar to the ones that had been used on Alison. Thinking about that caused Lucia to notice that the Mistress’s strap-on was still wet with Alison’s blood.Unlike Alison, these needles were not intended. I’m sure I was bleeding, my whole bum burnt like hell but it just didn’t matter. Chris couldn’t see it luckily because if he had, he would have stopped straight away and that was the last thing I wanted right now. Suddenly he pulled out of me and I couldn’t believe that he would do such a thing. He took hold of his cock between my legs and pointed it straight up in the air, seconds later a huge gush of pee spurted out of his pee hole and hit me straight on the head (face really but hair as. That week we spent alone cleaning the cabin, fishing, swimming, and sunning ourselves was often the best part of the vacation. The last time we had been up here was the summer after I graduated from high school.Marti turned twelve while we were up here alone for that week. I surprised her by giving her a real string bikini. It turned out to be too way big for her. She had worn it any way. The suit was always in imminent danger of falling down to expose a butt cheek or a breast. Neither of those. Hoping some trash talk might push him over that edge. I glanced over at the clock again to check my time, and that's how, in the corner of my eye I caught the tent he'd made in his pants. I looked down at it. It was actually pretty impressive, easily bigger than most of the guys I've been with anyway. So he's not a waif everywhere apparently.Pretty sure he saw me scoping his completely unwanted boner, because that's when his waterworks let loose, I knew because one of his tears rolled off his.