? It had only been a drink of water and asingle soft, chaste kiss.? But it hadbeen the only sign of kindness she?d felt in this place.? It gave her ho...e.? Hope that he might return and perhaps evenspeak to her.? She allowed herselffantasies of having long conversations with this faceless man.? Of him even removing her blindfold andallowing her to look around, to see his face. Thesefantasies were tempered, though, by her fear that she had failed some unknown test, that she was a disappointment. ”I laugh and continue the taunts, “Yeah right, if you knew how many people have tried to kill them through the years, you’d realize how lucky you were. Neither of them are known for their restraint.”He declares, “They should be shipped the fuck back to what-ever-stan they came from. All those ‘stan’ countries are shitholes.”I have him going now and with my guidance he is going to cook his own fucking goose. I add some fuel to keep his fire going when I laugh and say, “You mean Kazakhstan?. Give a guy a minute to recuperate," he replied.“Okay, I'm just going to the loo, and then I expect a repeat performance or something like it. I need to make the most of you while you’re here." As I sat on the loo, I could feel more of my juices dribble out of me. Then I felt the hot stream of my pee as I began to empty my full bladder. I clutched my cunt hard and let my pee splash between my fingers. I could feel my clit throbbing and couldn’t help myself. I rubbed myself like a sex-crazed. The doors and windows are open, the fans are running. I let myself in quietly, toss off my dress and sandals, and head back towards the den. Carl has been home from work for a while, and his session is in full swing. He’s facing the mirror on the back wall, doing side lateral raises with a 25 pound dumbbell on each hand. I don’t speak or make a sound as he knocks out thirteen reps, then puts the weight down at his feet. I like the way he thrusts his naked ass back as he bends to lower the.