“Piss-slut,” Kara grinned, wriggling her hips to tug her dress out from under her ass, and shifting forward in the porch swing so that her cumshot pretty little twat overhung the edge. “Absolutely,” I agreed, positioning myself between her naked thighs and looking up at her with expectation. “Your slut, to use and abuse, as my Mistress sees fit.” “Indeed?” she replied with an intrigued tone. “Then open your dress, so that I might gaze upon your wonderful tits.” I complied, pulling down the top of the garment and allowing my breasts to spill free of their confinement. Kara sighed and rubbed her pussy. A stream of her steaming yellow nectar began to spray from her slit, hosing her golden pee down onto my naked, heaving breasts, drenching the top of my dress. I cum gasped, arching my back as her powerful gush splattered freely across my naked chest, forming a rushing torrent which raced down into crevice of my cleavage. A warm stain of girl urine soaked the tight, confining garment around my belly, spreading rapidly. Then her yellow stream pussy of pee stuttered to a halt. I moaned, running my hands over my dripping wet tits, squeezing the fleshy mounds and teasing the rigid nipples with my fingers. “Still thirsty?” she teased, sensuously rubbing a slender finger through the wet folds of her twat. I nodded eagerly. She removed her teasing finger as I leaned forward to place an open-mouthed kiss on her cunt, sealing her lips to mine. She willed her stream to continue, and warm, wonderful torrent of golden girl piss flooded into my mouth. I gulped her down as she squirmed and pissed, emptying her bladder down my throat. Then -- all too soon -- it was over, and her body had no more urine left to offer. I licked her clean and pulled back from her pussy, wiping the remaining wetness off my lips and chin with the back of my hand. Still on my knees between her open thighs, I gazed up lovingly into her eyes. Suddenly I felt her body blowjob tense, and she was struck with a far-away look, studying something I could not discern. “What is it?” I inquired, but she held up her hand, requesting silence. She looked down at me. “You have masturbation brought a friend this morning,” she stated with a frown. “What? No. I came alone. I have told no one of our visits, Mistress,” I countered, looking around but failing to see this interloper. “Look deeper into the forest... there,” Kara instructed. “Remember, use your new vision.” I concentrated, but then shook my head, seeing nothing but the trees and dense brush. “Look though, not at,” she advised. “Peel the layers and pierce the veil.” Instructed in this manner, I looked again, staring intently in the direction she pointed. Taking my hand, he guided me towards his bedroom down the hall. I nodded, “Yes.” He looked down at the young girl. Katie felt it rush inside her and start to fill her up. We didn’t see even the slightest blip in your neural activity or your organ functioning, masturbation nothing out of the ordinary in the slightest. Mom stepped in front of me. "Henry Peterson," she said in that I'm not blowjob taking any of your shit way she had, "You will do exactly as I tell you, young cumshot man. Doctor Meadows has told you what you have to do and if you don't, I sure as heck will. I begin to gag and try pulling back. How the hell was I supposed to keep it cum down when he was massacring my poor asshole? Just as I finished that, more water came flying at us. “Mmm, turn off the lamp,” she said. Clara wanted pussy him as much as he wanted her, and The Mystery Man had rehearsed only the scenario where he wanted her more. He half moans half screams, bucking as hard as he could, but to no avail.