"Ah, Ms. Gold. I'm so glad you could make ittoday. I'm sorry, but the air conditioning is on the blink. May I offer you acold drink?"Carol was really ...weating by this time and gratefully accepted. "You drink ofyour own free will." the old woman stated formally. Little alarm bells beganto go off in Carol's brain, but it was too late; she had already taken adrink. All her energy seemed to drain out of her and she slumped in thechair. "What...?" she managed to get out before she lost. Jennifer could feel the pressure from the liquid entering her bladder. Then suddenly it began to burn. It started hurting worse and worse. She began to cry from the pain of the caustic liquid. As Sasha finished flattening the bag she clamped it off and let it drop to the floor. The hose was just long enough for it to reach without pulling the extension out of Jennifer's bladder. She cried at the pain of the liquid."I'll give you something to cry about you filthy a****l."Sasha said as she. She would lead them to a back room, prop something against the door and suck them off, the whole time trying to bring herself off. It was from these little black mails that she also learned how much she adored cum. She would swallow any drop given too her, of course, but more than that, she loved to be covered in it. Sometimes, she would get as many guys as she could to cum on her in the back room while she fucked herself, always timing her orgasm perfectly with theirs, finding that it was. I looked over at my wife and she was flat on her tummy watching all this but her arm was nowhere to be seen. I rolled her a bit and found it was between her pussy lips and it was soaked with her own juices. My cock got harder. After the actor came on the other guys back their wives clapped their hands in approval. The guys kept the girls at their word and for the next twenty or thirty minutes the two females did everything two gals could do to each other in that amount of time. Both my wife and.