As my flow diminished I flicked the remaining drops onto her face and was surprised to see her mouth still full of my piss. I wondered if Bill had to...d her not to swallow the rest of it and to keep it in her mouth for some reason but then I saw it. I couldn’t contain my laughter as I looked at the little plastic flusher Bill had affixed to the top of her cone. I pushed it down and the girl swallowed the last of my piss and said through her gag ?sank ou fo oosin ees oilet er.? I zipped up. “Thank you,” said Greg as he led her into the kitchen, “I was just about to have a coffee, would you like one?”“Ooh yes please,” said Pauline as she sat down on one of the rush-woven kitchen chairs and rather demurely, placed her briefcase by her side.Greg added a second mug next to the cafetiére and turned to her.“Where are you off to at this time of the morning?”Pauline grinned, “College, you were on my way so I thought I would pay you a visit.”“Christ how old are you?” Greg exclaimed.“Oh God. Then there would be another dance followed by another session of ass fucking. She started work at sunset and was on the pole until midnight when she was lifted off. She worked as an ordinary whore from midnight to sunrise.Inez soon learned that she had been purchased for a brothel that specialized in pain. Her owner put metal rings through her nipples. She began work at dusk when her nipple rings were attached to ropes hanging from the ceiling. Her arms were raised and her wrists tied to the. “You’ve heard of the Kama Sutra?” I ask. Yes, he has.“You know what the Kama Sutra says?” No, he doesn’t. “Make noises,” I tell him, “make noises.” I lick, and tickle, and caress, and he’s moaning, groaning, “Ooh, John. Oooh, John, John.” I’m not relenting. “This is sex,” he asks. “This is sex,” I answer. A casual, stupid peek at the alarm clock on the bedside table. Not much time left, perhaps half an hour. I’m getting up, get hold of the condom, leaning over his face (he’s still lying on.