Just trickled on my skirt knickers and stockings at first, but then the floodgates opened!! Jake can piss like a horse! Felt the full force of his pis... as it splattered into my face and he started to direct it into my mouth, then slowly down to my tits, filling my cleavage. Felt amazing as the piss ran inside my bra and corset. So much piss! Then it was my skirt and knickers turn for a good soaking. By the time he had finished emptying his bladder I was fucking covered in it and absolutely wet. Who-ever-you are, all the buildings in this neighborhood have been condemned and I’ve got a contract to tear them all down before the end of the year. Now, I’m paying these men triple time for working during the holidays so I don’t have any time for your non-sense. The cops are on their way so if I were you I’d get my things together and get the hell down right now.”Roberto turned back into his apartment; a look of fear clearly written on his face. Men dressed in white shirts and ties always. As I grunted and puffed my way up the hill at a slug's pace, the last two newsboys passed me, one on his motorcycle with its sidecar loaded with newspapers, and the other in a baby blue 1952 Mercury whose broken muffler roared and spewed a thin gray cloud of oily smoke as he passed me and disappeared over the hill.The sun was just rising. The jet black sky had lightened vaguely with the first gray intimations of daybreak. There was no traffic on the streets, no sound in the predawn stillness --. "What the hell?" Chris rummaged through his drawers getting annoyed.He opened the closet and again found nothing, before heading into herbedroom as his clothes, suitcase or Mrs. Baker were nowhere to be found.After about fifteen minutes, he heard her open the door as he was sittingin a towel watching football on tv and he looked over scowling."Oh good, you look better all clean." Mrs. Baker dropped a few bags on thetable."What's going on?" Chris was steaming. "Where's my stuff? Did you bring.