"Master Alaric, would you ever purchase another slave?" I don't know. I've only bought two that I kept for any length of time. One worked out well." W... grinned at each other. "The other worked out but I don't know if it's good for me to have a truly submissive slave. I did some things that worried me about me." Let's continue into the square. I'm surprised that no one has requested me, yet." Ula, you look willing but not submissive. Maybe I just need to bend you over and fuck your ass so people. Her parents were gone until late that night and she didn't want to walk. She looked stunning standing in front of me dressed in skin-tight white shorts and a red cloth halter that tied in the back. In the car she turned out to be a non-stop talker, primarily gossip about who liked who and stuff like that.We finally arrived at her place. When she went to get the key from the flowerpot it was missing. She flagged me down as I was backing out and asked me to help her get in, which I eventually did. It felt good at the time but I wanted more. I wanted a guy to ravish me, fuck me. I longed for a cock inside me, not just fingers and fumbling around. My partner didn’t and couldn’t provide that and so I lived my life through fantasy…until I met Michael.The moment I met him I got that feeling; you know the one; chemistry, butterflies in the tummy and wet knickers. That’s the effect he had on me. But we didn’t get together for 2 ½ years and so I spent my time imagining what it would be like. I then thought to take his piss also so I asked “ darling what about me” he said “ you start rocking on my lund and I will piss inside your gaand and I giggled so I again stretched forward and started to rock fast and this monster started to put pressure to piss and finally I could feel his hot urine inside my gaand and I started to rock fast and he was moaning and grunting and his susu was flowing out of my gaand onto my thighs and his legs and the entire bathroom was smelling of urine and oil.