She tried to take to take the bottle from my hand. But I evaded her. I gave her a sip of whisky mixed with her urine. She came to her knees and kept h...r face on my penis. She started talking to my penis. Looking at the penis she said, “Darling, why don’t you show mercy on me. Fill up my mouth with urine, darling. Please. I am thirsty.” She kept my rod at the edge of her mouth and shook my penis to urinate. I tried and passed urine into her mouth. It was less. But it was mouthful for her. She. She came right back into the kitchen to help and I noticed her hair was kind of messed up, she looked flushed and even though I was a virgin and had only masturbated I swear I could smell the scent of sex on her. She went about preparing dinner while my mind raced about where she was and who she was with. I finally surmised that she had gone down to Bill’s for a quick fuck. The more I imagined it in my head the more excited and hard I got. My lust must have taken over because the next thing I. 'Who am I kidding?' I thought. This is Asia; lesbians do not exist here, at least not officially. And furthermore, picking up a waitress from a hotel bar would be almost impossible anywhere in the world. I looked at her again, still feeling warm inside, sighed and went back to my newspaper. After a while the pretty waitress noticed I had finished my wine and came to me asking if I wanted a refill. I was not sure at that stage. I already had 4 glasses of wine and was feeling them well. However,. "No." She winked at me then. "You know my husband comes to all these orgies and has sex with all these women, including and especially Anne and Connie, but I'm a bit of a dark horse myself you know. So when it comes to that business with breakfast in bed tomorrow morning I won't let you down, and that's a promise. Well," she shrugged her shoulders, "they should be back any minute now and I think we'd better be there to give out the good and bad news. Before we go is their any message for your.