“I’d like to do this for you, Phil,” Jess said calmly. She didn’t fight him but didn’t pull her hands away either.“Ma’am, it feels wrong...for you to, to ... put your mouth...” Phil trailed off, unable to finish.“Alright, I’ll tell you what. No mouth. But I can see that you must be very uncomfortable down there. So just let me help you out. Sound fair?” Jess said.“Ma’am...” Phil said, but Jess could tell he was wavering.“It would mean a lot to me, Phil. That big, bad man over there-” - she. It was as thick as my wrist now. God this was some cock."Do you think you will be able to take it" Simon asked breaking my concentration. I stopped slurping on his erection and said we could try. I must have had a worried look on my face, since Simon straight away said he'd go easy. With this reassurance I got up off the floor and started to strip. Very quickly I was naked and feeling the warm glow of the fire on my legs. Whilst doing this Simon had produced a small tube of lube and a condom. Megan then tied a rope around their stomach, before doing the same to her sister. The jug was waiting for her, so she started to drink her own water. After a few minutes of struggling, the sisters had emptied their jugs and were ready to be bound. Megan led them over to a carpeted part of the floor that she had picked out for them. It had four small U-clamps evenly spaced along the ground. These clamps were small pieces of metal that looked like upside down U’s. “You’ll be on bottom, lay down,”. As she began gently playing with her pussy, she allowed herself another sip of her glass of golden nectar, her ambroisa of the gods, her water of life. Her urine was slightly salty, mildly musky, but nothing too strong. The taste of her own piss on her lips and tongue sent a spasm down her thighs, her cunt jerked, lighting bolts of pleasure bursting through her sex. Her fingers moving faster now, she took the perogative to slide two fingers slowly into her dripping, slippery pussy. A moan.