"This will do just fine. Now, I brought out the little bag of toys Sierra and I have accumulated since I moved here. Feel free to look through them an... find any you might want to use." With that, he placed his hand back on his cock and began slowly stroking it again. I felt Sierra move to get up, so I pushed back, away from her pussy, and she slid off the couch onto the floor. She crawled over to the bag, looking like a panther stalking its prey. As she leaned over the bag, she stuck her. I'm imagining it's your hands exploring me for the first time and I wonder how I will feel to you. Soft. Damp. Slick. Smooth. With nothing there to hinder you, my pussy is bare for the tasting. Just smooth silky soft skin. I wonder how I'll taste to you. That tangy sweet taste that is exclusive to me. I want you to fill yourself with me. Your tongue going between lazily languishing between the warm wet folds of my inner and outer pussy lips-stopping to softly suck on each side - kissing my clit. My body trembled and I prayed he was serious about not hurting me.“I told you Zeela Peterson, I’m here to fulfill your darkest fantasies.”One of his hands began to caress my arm gently as I asked, “How… how do… do you… how do you know…”“I have my ways,” he said, his hand brushed my hip and his foot pushed my legs apart. “But if you’d rather I stopped, then wait until the lights come back on and promise you won’t call the cops and you’ll never see or hear from me again.”Now, I was scared to the. 'I can't', his friend said, 'I need to piss first', and they both laughed, as I drifted off into oblivion, feeling his warm pee hit me on my wet crotch.I could hear the laughter, 'Clean the fucking whore good'.He boasted triumphantly as he urinated and as his baby nestled into the nurturing womb I had created the previous few weeks. Warm urine hit my face and entered my mouth, as he joined in, there can be greater joy or final act of denigration, as in peeing on a woman who has willingly.