Greg followed her to the floor, keeping his cock buried deep in her ass. I waited until Angie recovered enough to show me a grin to express my feelings about what I’d just seen. I said only “WOW!” She let out a giggle, and then she told Greg, “Get off of me now. I can’t breathe.” After she rolled over on the floor and stretched mightily, she told me, “Greg and I need a shower. You can join us if you want.” “Thanks, but I’m going back into the pool.” I woke up the following morning in a precarious situation. I was squeezed domination between BDSM Angie and Greg, and I badly needed to pee. Seeing no other options, I crawled over Greg, trying my best not to wake him. He was on his back, and I had to chuckle when I felt my thighs slide across his hard cock. I’d just sat down on the toilet when Greg walked in. I thought both he and Angie were still asleep, so I hadn’t bothered to close the bathroom door. “Sorry.” He apologized. “I can’t wait.” “I’ll be done in a minute.” I told him. “Maybe I’ll just try it the new way.” He said as he pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped up to the bathtub. I was still peeing, but I only had to lean slightly to my left to have a great view of his actions. He was doing exactly as he had outside the evening before, slowly stroking his hard cock in a manner not inconsistent with jacking off. I was just finishing as he was beginning to achieve some results by coaxing a couple of short spurts of pee from his cock. I dried myself quickly and then stood up beside Greg. I waited until he got a good stream arching into the air. And then, when he removed his hand from his cock, and without asking Slave his permission, I slid my hand around his hard cock, being careful not to grip it too firmly. It only took a second to have my pussy tingling. Feeling of his warm cock as it spewed out his pee into the air in a high arch was extremely exciting to me. Also not unlike the evening before, Greg immediately put his hand over my shoulder and hugged me to him, his hand finding my tit and kneading it. The minute the last spurt of pee shot from his cock, I slid in front of him and sat on the edge of the tub, immediately taking the head of his cock into my mouth. And again, there was a slight tangy or salty taste. I’d been moving my mouth and my hand up and down on Greg’s cock for a couple of minutes when I heard a japanese giggle from the direction of the door. It was, of course, Angie. “You go girl.” She encouraged me as she came into the room and sat on the toilet. Even after she finished peeing, she sat there and watched me give her boyfriend a blowjob. And also, just like the previous evening, when I was finished milking his cum out of Brutal his cock, she moved beside me and kissed me passionately. Carly just rolled her eyes at him, but she did know, she was considering taking him upstairs for a quick taste of her own. “Wish I could afford one of her creampies for you, Ginny.” “That’s my girl.” He kissed her forehead. “You're having pineapple on your pizza. You can't do this? But the ass chewing I was sure to get from leaving it out was going to be one for the record books. Jessica shrugged feeling slightly self-conscious Brutal at the compliment even though she knew it was true. That was the last time I had been closer than ten feet to the man, until now. She laughed and said, "Fun, yes, and hot as fuck too. It is very nice Mistress." "It's Mistress when we are alone and Miss Anita and Miss Susanna in public, slut." domination “You want this in you, huh?” I asked her, smacking her rump with my cock, watching her firm cheek BDSM ripple. "Oh my, God..." she squealed. “You were not an idiot.” I replied emphatically. further trapped in the spider's net. She seemed to enjoy being told what to do, pretty ironic for a teacher, I know. “It has Slave been a while since you took me this way, Master.” “Do you want japanese to safe word, bitch.” She laughed.