This must be the bathroom. Mistress sat me down on what must have been the toilet. "Piss for me, my pet, Piss for me." I had never pissed before a wom...n before, but Mistress had ordered me to come prepared to piss so I really had to go. Finally, I was finished and Mistress told me I was a good boy. Mistress placed me on my knees in front of the toilet and ordered me to lick her shoes. I could not see, but I heard her piss hitting the bowl. When she finished, she put Toilet paper in my hand and. But there isn’t much we can do about her.Life would have gone on like that, except for one thing. Julie got into an argument with Kelly. Kelly is one of my best friends. It happened one day after gym class. Julie had been picking on a girl who’s too timid to defend herself. The senseless attack was going on and on until finally Kelly couldn’t take it anymore and came to the girl’s aide and made Julie leave her alone.Julie was furious. She wasn’t used to anyone coming between her and her prey.. On arriving at the property Denise unpacked the car and she felt a sense of excitement as she lay the contents of her luggage across a bed in one of the bedrooms. She cast her eye over the array of suspender belts, corsets, bras, knickers, g strings and black fully fashioned seamed nylons imagining the thrill to come as she slipped into her erotic finery. Some pairs of very high spiky heel shoes were unpacked and lined up for use. To complete the look very short mini skirts and dresses with. If only she were ten years older, less skinny and more hygienic, I’d have been seriously interested in giving up my singleton status for her. I had intended today to be a one-off, after which I’d probably never see her again, but I caught myself wishing I could somehow keep Mel in my life.I realised that Mel was staring intently at her hot chocolate as she sipped it.“What’s wrong?” I asked.Mel looked up at me with those bewitching blue-grey eyes.“I’m scared,” she admitted. “I saw your thingy.