“Do we need to book anywhere?”“I don’t think so”, she said, looking up and kissing me. And as we kissed, I felt my dick getting rather warm,...and then round to my arse. She was pissing, as her tongue sought mine. Soon I heard the dripping sound as the piss fell onto the decking. It seemed to go on forever, and my dick was getting harder as I felt the warmth and imagined the piss coming out of her big pussy lips, into her panties, onto her skirt and then onto me.Anna wriggled a bit down my lap,. He was now doing it very fast and as i was a virgin it was enough to make me go mad and moan aahh.. ohh aaahhh. I was moaning but not very loudly. He stopped after 10 minutes of fingering and caressing my pussy.After that I got up and sat and made him lay on the bed. ( and while I sat I took a bedsheet and covered my self like wrapping myself in a towel due to shyness) Then i pulled his shorts down and then i felt too shy to take off his underwear. I touched his dick over his underwear and i. He got divorced last year and we invited him to join us for the New Year’s Eve celebrations. I was in Fred’s arms at New Year’s in New Orleans time. , and he kissed me. Or maybe, to be honest, I should say we kissed. It was the wine, the mood, the chemistry -- it all led to a kiss pretty much well over any limit I’d have imagined, and his arms around me were doing more than just holding me, they were caressing my back, my hip. At the end of the song he whispered an apology and led me back to. This was all so humiliating, but there was more in the bucket. After all inspection, Mistress gave all of us a wooden object. It was thick from the middle but pointed at one side. It had a flat sort of plate on the other side. It was a butt plug which we call in modern days.Mistress told us that this would be inserted in your anal, and you will have to keep this in it throughout the day. This was the Queen’s order, and she gave a special order every time on her birthday.I couldn’t think how.