I could feel that making her climax there in front of them would be easy, but every time she was on the edge of an orgasm I stopped.I could feel and h...ar from her movements and frustrated sounds that she was so hot.Then I told her to walk to the bar and get me another beer, and pointed out to her that no matter what the men would do, she had to let them.She raised and didn't even try to pull down her dress which was around her hips.At that point I knew I had found a real slave girl who wanted. There was a kinky, dominating side to this woman and she was revelling in it, her excitement of the fetish was clear, as Titus’ piss stream did its wet slushy work. Till it was reduced to a few drips of piddle shaken off his cock.A strange sense of gratification combined with a seeming act of humiliation. A bodily function used in sex play. Could the evening get any stranger?It was Quintus turn. His instruction was to piss on her pubes and held open cunt. The musty smell of her sex wafted up. She walked quickly to the exit and baggage claim area. Looking and peering around for him. Finally she spotted him, leaning against a window pane in his black t-shirt and jeans, holding a sign: “Mine.” She walked up to him, trying to hide her smile. He raises a hand to her cheek, caressing, returning her hidden smile. His hand tracing down her arm, grabbing her hand. He leads her outside to his awaiting car. He opens the door and helps her in to her seat. Taking her bag he throws it into the. He moved forward and tapped her chin with his cock. “Time to return the favour,” Harry said. Slowly Astoria got up. One of her hands coming up to encircle his cock. Even then there was space left between her thumb and fingers. She moved her hand up and down his shaft, while her tongue stuck out and licked at the underside of his cock. “See your wife,” Harry called out to Draco, “I bet, she has never done this to you huh? Who am I k**ding. I don’t think you have ever received a head from any.