"What bitch, you need to piss" he taunts. I nod tearfully. "Ask me nicely" he responds. "Please sir may I piss" I whisper. "Nice but not nice enough" ...e responds. "Does my piss slut need to squat and empty her bladder" he asks "maybe if you begged me, begged me like the nasty piss slut that you are, maybe if you promised to be a good cunt and obey me then I might let you piss". I take a deep breath, my eyes start to sting. He knows that I am humiliated by this, by having to ask him for. The wetness caused the streaks of grey to sparkle amidst her silken black thatch.“We’re going to shave it bare this time, right?” Mom spoke with a childlike exuberance. I realized I was getting a peek into my parent’s sex life. This was something they once shared. I wondered what else happened in their private moments.“Right mom! Right!” My throat was parched. I swallowed hard.The first trim with the scissors was not so bad. That is if you accept the fact that I had to rest the edge of my hand. He didn’t feel any more cheerful after this activity, and decided that as there was nothing better to do, he could at least see if Renata had anything to offer by way of diversion. He found her in the kitchen stirring something vigorously in a bowl. He had seen his mother do this on many occasions, but he had never received the invitation Renata now extended. ‘Here, you stir this, I’ve got some other things to prepare. And don’t slop it out of the bowl. Somewhat amazed Dennis accepted this. Tracey walked to me and kissed me slowly. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth and I responded passionately. My cock was again becoming hard and my hands began to explore her lovely body. As we kissed I felt hands undo my trousers and begin to lower them. Dave’s hands ran up and down my legs and stoke my thighs. I loved the feel of his rough hands on my skin. Tracey’s hand released my hard cock as I slipped my finger into her wet pussy. Dave was now kissing my neck and I could feel hardness.