"You'll need to wipe her. I'll be here, but I'll be checking to ensure the two of you don't conspire to do anything stupid..."Given the circumstances,...Sharon was uncertain she could pee at all! The Wench understood, murmuring, "Shhhh, it's okay. Go ahead, I won't watch..." But Charles kept sticking his head through the door at odd intervals... Finally, she unclenched, and a little trickle began. The trickle became a flood, and even Charles peering in couldn't stop it. "Ohh, thank God," she. ” fir me ek aur kiss karke kahuga “hmmm CHICKEN! Meri jaan mere liye chicken bana rahi hai.” tum apna sir haan me hilaogi aur mera ek hath tumhari gardan pakad lega. Fir me kahuga “tumhari thodi madad kar deta hu.” Main apne hath tumhare shareer par ferte hue tumhari gand par lata hu aur me tumhare piche apne ghutno par baith jata hu. Tumhari nighty ko upar utha kar me tumhari panty me chhupi hui gaand dekhta hu aur halke se tumhare chutad par thappad marta hu. Fir me tumhari panty side se. He held me there, my neck stretched, mouth and eyes wide open at the force of his hold. I started to get uncomfortable and embarrassed. His friend reached down and pinched at one of my nipples and Master leaned forward, rubbing the head of his cock over my chin and bottom lip. I heard a gurgling and realized I had been making the stupid squeals I hated so and spit had pooled in my throat at the harsh angle which made the horrifying noise. He barked out a laugh and pulled my head forward to. I was laying there for a while and then had to used the bathroom. So I stood up, trying not to wake my sister, and went and peed. When I finished, I came back into the room and lied down. Then, my sister asked a question that seemed so profound, that I never would have thought of asking anyone else. “Do you masturbate?” she asked. I was shocked as I should have been, but I was unable to respond for a minute. The fact that my little sister knew what this was and was asking me about it. The next.