"We were sitting on the porch eating slabs of ham in the evening dusk. Kristy and I had pulled the distinct blue Ichiban plastic bags filled with our ...lothes and left them in the living room. The duffel remained in the trunk. Ichiban clothes was better quality than Walmart and Kristy looked better in Japanese fashion anyway. We still looked like trailer trash carrying our life around in plastic bags though.Angela was willing to talk after the initial grilling. Then she wouldn't shut up. She was. " He made me pee into my glass from the night before while I stood in front of him because he said I couldn't be trusted in the bathroom by myself and when I finished pissing in the glass he made me again wipe the pee dripping off my tiny penis and taste it now he asked "what is it?" I said "piss" to which he quickly responded, "you should know!!" Now with my dicklet tucked away I was allowed to take the nearly full glass of pee into the bathroom and pour it into the toilet all the time the. A smile on his face as he looked me up and down. he went upstairs to start work shouting down to tell me he wanted to move the furniture into the bathroom so he had more space to move about. He worked for hours only stopping for a drink and a chat or was it to flirt? We ate lunch together and just chatted he went back to work and i wondered would i have to make a move or would peter make the first move. He called me upstairs saying he wanted me to help him for a minute.He was laid on his back. When I was half way through my second cup of coffee I called anna in. She showed what a quick learner she was by immediately dropping to her knees by the side of my chair, knees apart, and hands behind her head. I looked down at her. She was clean and with her hair brushed, although it was still a bit untidy. A light fuzz was starting between her legs. That and her head could be dealt with later today.“I see you have found work for yourself. Good girl. When you have finished there the bathroom.