A sharp push brought her from her thoughts and she staggered forward. Strong hands grabbed her arms and the rag that had been her blindfold was used a...ain, this time to bind her hands. Once bound, she was then made to kneel down facing a tall oak tree her vision now one solely of mottled bark. It was then no surprise to feel a new hot stream of piss shooting into her hair as the woman who had led her here began to use her as a toilet.The warm strong gushing stream of the woman’s urine played. ..," Peter began to reply.The girl cut Peter off and said, "Clean it with your tongue just likeyou clean a cock, bitch."Peter stared at her with a slack jaw before he realized the girls wereserious. Peter tried to move past them again but was forced to hisknees. Peter began to cry a little as he stared at the girl's shoe."We can stand here all day," another girl said before she kicked Peterin the ribs.Feeling weaker and more vulnerable than he could ever image, Peter ranhis tongue across the. I went to the hairdresser weekly and there was not a sniff of exposed grey hair. Makeup, used sparingly, was my friend. Passing men’s second glances confirmed, I remained a woman. My new mantra was. I don’t need eggs; it means I’m free of monthly cramps!We owned a downtown Seattle condo near the Space Needle, purchased to be big city weekenders, a downtown pad, a place to crash after dining and, drinking without the drive home. Rationalizations for investment, which occurs when excess money. ”Do you know why I asked you to massage the cow’s leg while I milked it”. I said I don’t know. She told “Well, it is to prepare the cow before we milk it so that it would be more than willing to spill the milk for us”. I nodded as if I understood. As if I don’t need any further explanation as to what it has got to do with massaging my thighs. She prepared the cow before milking. She massaged me now. Is she preparing me for something? These should have been the questions that I should have been.