Brian gagged a bit as he slid out of the throat area, even more as semen spurted onto the area that he had just chafed. ‘Good. Do not withdraw. Now,...urinate into his mouth.’ ‘What?’ ‘Urinate into his mouth. Carefully, so that he can consume it. I do not want to spoil the rug.’ ‘Brian,’ he withdrew so that the boy could talk. ‘Is this okay?’ ‘It will be expected of you,’ Karina said. ‘I can assure you, that my husband will require this.’ ‘He pees into your mouth?’ Tom was aghast. ‘Routinely. It. You take care ‘Mo’,” I said with a laugh.“You too old man,” she said, before she broke the connection.I honestly did try to get some sleep, but my brain just wouldn’t shut down. The first thought I had was how could I get the area declared a no fly zone. I had an idea for that effort. I started right after Gerome had his Non Profit organization up and running. I would just have to get a little publicity for the Non profit, so that it had a little name recognition. Then I’d have to convince. Instead she let her journalistic instincts go crazy and compiled as much information on Ryan and (especially) his wife, Sara, that she could. She was so obsessed, I thought she would jinx me for sure. She knew where they had gone to school, what jobs they had worked, and even what people they knew. There didn't seem to be any major fact about their life, public or private, which she didn't know about.Ryan had been hired at the same time as me. He hung out with, of all people, Tyler Reeve. Sara. I swiftly pulled my blouse off, then my bra and as I started to slide my panties down, I could feel how wet and sticky they were. I brought them up to my nose and smelled my scent before running my tongue across them. I then sent them sailing towards the hamper along with the rest of my outfit from the day and headed for the shower. As I moved I could still feel the stickiness of my juices on the inside of my thighs.As the week progressed towards the weekend I made plans to show off for my.