.." I said softly, knowing he didn't understand me but trying to stop what I knew was happening. He grabbed my legs and pulled me close to him. I gasp...d at his strength. I could smell that musky odor as he placed his face inches from mine. With one hand he ripped at my bra, which fell onto the floor. I tried to cover myself but he pulled my arms down. He moved his face down until I could feel his breath on my chest. He was smelling me again. With one of his large hands he cupped my right. Then there was a gush and Sue pissed heartily, her pee splashing into the bowl, her pee-hole open wide. When she had finished we got some great views of her dripping wet lips and her open pee-hole.It was time for Chris to leave us. With a nod and a wink I said I’d be in touch and he went smiling on his way. Returning upstairs I got Sue to take all her clothes off and get back into her everyday things she had worn earlier. I put everything away where it had been, re-made the bed and cleaned up. He was bright, personable, apt at his job. But his damn face got in the way of all his romantic aspirations. The girls would take one look at him and then look away.So, it was off to the world wide web. There, you could be anybody you wanted to be. You could get to know somebody without a bunch of preconceptions getting in the way. He'd started with the big personals sites-Eharmony, match.com, dating.com-but no luck. People saw accountant in the occupational field and moved on. Just like real. She won’t talk about it either, but one day precious, who was with Master on that trip, said that I never wanted to see Master as mad as he was the day he rescued puta from El Malvador. I think that means “Evil One” or something like that. Whatever happened, puta has been his devoted slave ever since.Her name was originally longer, puta de dolor or something like that. I think it means “painslut” in Spanish. He shortened it to just puta. She’s kind of shy, but way more of a slut that I am. And.