And, in any case, her scruples had never let her go beyond oral sex. She may have suffered financially as a result, but she had limits she’d set her...elf, however desperate she might have been. When she was young and not so sure of herself she’d even had sex with women, but this was wholly unsatisfactory and more than anything reinforced in her mind just where her sexual preferences lay. It wasn’t just the humiliation of leaving her female lovers dissatisfied: there was also the deeper discovery. He told her he would also prefer she took the new contraceptive that was available, as long as she was his mistress. She reluctantly agreed. He didn’t warn her that he would check if she did take them. After a few months, he noticed she was angling for a more permanent arrangement.He also determined she wasn’t taking the contraceptive. Maids were great sources of information. She had started to tell him not to worry about taking his used skins with him or told him that it was safe to do her. He stood, lightly perched over her when he was struck by a devilish idea. It took only a few seconds before Dennis’ naked dick was sprinkling a light stream of piss on top of the pile of leaves. Dennis’ dick was hard, but he still used a hand to maneuver it up and down the pile of leaves, trying to coat as much of it as he could.Underneath the pile, Chelsea thought it sounded like it was raining as she heard the patter on the leaves above her. After a few seconds some of the liquid seeped. His eyes locked to hers, he drew one grease stained finger slowly down her cheek, marking the perfect smoothness of her skin with dirt and oil. "Is called rule of konkat. Rule of finishing." There was no such rule; Val was making this up as he went along. "When woman enter house of men, men cannot leave unsatisfied."Her eyes widened. "Unsatisfied?" Her voice was a squeak, but her eyes betrayed a different emotion."Unsatisfied." He confirmed. "Woman cannot leave without man getting konkat..