“Fuck,” you think to yourself. “You haven’t even agreed upon a safe word ahead of time. Oh well.”He stands at the foot of the bed, appraisin... your naked body. His eyes devour you in a way that you hope will be soon followed by his mouth and tongue. He slowly takes off his slacks and shirt, leaving him in his black boxer briefs. He then reaches into his small, gray roller suitcase – his “bag of tricks” you called it – and pulls out a black, silk scarf.With a small grin he walks toward the head. Carefully applying my make-up, trying to look hot but still classy, I gently sprayed perfume on the base of my neck, my wrists and finally my panties. I eased the sundress over my head, smoothing it over my body and zipped it in back. My hair was down over my shoulders, the exact same way as when I met Russ. The finishing touches were gold hoop earrings, one single gold bracelet and a diamond necklace. My heart skipped a beat as the doorbell rang. I quickly put on my heels and walked gingerly. "I'll be alright. Take care of each other. Make sure Sheila eats something."And then I left. The next time I set foot in Charlotte's house, it was to watch the final draft of the movie.I drove home and sat in my truck in front of my house for the longest time. I didn't really want to go in. Mostly I just wanted to get out of Charlotte's place, away from all the oppressive tension that had built up. So after about thirty minutes I started up the truck again and went for a drive. It felt like the. The view was too tempting, and I ran my tongue through the wet slit. A shudder went through the chubby girl.The first trickle of pee came out. Just as I moved forward to lick it up, the full flow hit me. I closed my eyes. The warm liquid ran down my face. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and moved to catch her piss with my mouth. I won’t lie and say it tastes good. Bitter, earthy and lukewarm is my main memory. Not that I cared, the dirtiness of it was what made it intensely sexy. I.