” Collett thought for a moment. “You should get him to pee on it, he looks eighteen. His urine would be the best you can get. Ideally you could di...ect him on to the compost personally, as he probably won’t spread it around properly. To save the embarrassment, get him to pee into a container and you can spray it properly and carefully, later.” Dorothy smiled. “Well I can only ask him, I suppose.” The women went out into the garden. They observed the boy laboring and sweating. Dorothy wasn’t the. My wife acknowledged what I was doing, "I see you're enjoying sucking on the cabbie's cock. Hurry up and finish him so we can get home." Just then the back doors opened and the four of them got out. My wife made sure to leave her door open so the dome light stayed on. They gathered outside the open door and started talking and laughing with one another.I peered out the window and noticed we were in front of the paper delivery boy's house, four houses down from ours. He was only around fifteen. Our next steps were for her to go to the closet, crawling and retrieve my bag of toys, which she did. I had her empty it on the floor in front of her and when she was slow to do so I slapped her across her right tit and pinched her nipple hard enough to bring forth a small whimper. I had her find the blindfold and the short yellow rope that I would tie her hands with behind her back. My new bitch did as told and placed the items on my lap. Then I griped her by her hair pull back her head and. ’ A small moan escaped her as he kissed her, but she still didn’t answer. He pulled off her panties, leaving her bare except for her bra. ‘Open your legs… Are you wet for me baby?’ he whispered hotly as his fingers pushed their way inside her hot, very wet pussy. He groaned and looked at her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was parted. He desperately wanted to taste her, he wanted to touch, bite, lick and relieve ever cell in her tense body. He did none of that. Instead he pulled his fingers.