It had been so incredibly warm, the flowing wetness expanding around her parted pussy lips as she continued her desperate relief, her spent urine seep...ng out of her panties in twin, messy streams around her creamy thighs, soaking the bottom of her skirt as her pee flowed down her legs. It had been a fortunate matter that her route home was a less popular one and as a result, she had been sitting alone on the backseat.Nobody had been on hand to witness her impromptu toilet, her hot piss. Claire moved her head to look at these women - women who she had once been like: executives, doctors, lawyers, career women. No doubt the contrast between these smart self-possessed women and herself - a plaything, a fuck toy, a sex slave - made her situation all the more degrading. Once she had been like them. Not any longer.The women gathered round her, giggling, chatting, pointing at her and making lewd and cutting comments: “What a slut”; “Big-titted bitch”; “Look at that wet pussy”;. It'll be the kinkiest, dirtiest thing I'll probably ever see."I knew right then I was going to do it. I was going to fuck my step-daughter.I was laying there, kissing her, and softly said, "I don't have protection. You know that. You saw what Kristina and I did. And your mom and I, well, we don't use it."Emily nodded and said, "I'm on the pill."I started kissing her mouth again. She gasped. I kissed harder, sliding my tongue inside her mouth. Moving lower, kissing her neck, her breast, her. He’s a good Catholic, and seems to think it is dirty and wrong.”I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Bloody hell! I bet you’ve never even had that cunt of yours licked. You don’t know what you are missing.”Grace looked shocked. “Why do you use those words? They are filthy.”“Well they seemed to get you very worked up last night. What would like me to call it? Your Fur Burger, Vale of Eden, Heavenly Grotto, Fanny. They are all just words.” Leaning to her ear again, I whispered. “But it is a.