With a huge relieve Emily let out a stream of piss, directing it with her hips right into the funnel. The smell of urine filled the room and the splashing noise from the bottle was clearly audible. Somehow Emily felt exposed by this, even though she knew that nobody was around. The bottle was filled nearly to the top after she had finally finished. Standing up, she took the bottle up and surveyed her work. It was a light yellow liquid as far she could tell from the light that came from the open door, in her haste she hadn’t had time to close it, which was good, because she also didn’t have time to turn on the light in the shed. After turning on the light, she didn’t bother to close the door, nobody would see her, she had worked here for two days now and nobody had been around. So she had decided to work today completely in the nude, that was for the little work she would do. Despite her playing with the insects the past two days and having an orgasm after another, she had achieved quite a lot she thought. She could probably show this to the janitor and he would explain it with her lacking sense of duty but recognize it as fulfilling her Hardcore work and would let her off for sure. So she wasn’t planning on working too much and play more, after all this would be her last day that she could do so. bisexual Back in the present with her thoughts, she took the funnel out of the bottle and led the bottle to her lips. She was more pouring the urine into her mouth than drinking, because she still had her panties in her mouth. The piss soaked them but they couldn’t absorb all her piss so she still had to swallow fast to not let the piss overflow her mouth. Which was really hard and she didn’t manage to do it very well, her warm piss splashed down on her tits, running down over her inflated stomach back between her legs where it had originated. The running liquid tickled her and was blowjob somehow feeling quite nice. She finished like half the contend of the bottle, before she could drink no more. The salty taste of piss filled her mouth and the panties in her mouth were now totally soaked in it. She could suck on them and get a little piss out but this would take ages, so she decided to let them in and from time to time suck on them to add to her humiliation. Now for the fun part, she thought. Her mind cleared of the need to piss, all the perverted ideas she had had this morning and yesterday came back to her. First she searched the cramped shelfs and it didn’t take long for her to find what she was looking for. There in a box was it, a really long rope, that was originally used to separate the gym into two parts for burning ball for example. But some day it was replaced with one of those new elastic bands that would give way if a pupil ran into it instead of tripping and potentially hurting them. She would use this to tightly bind her body but first she handjob had to find one other thing. Looking for another five minutes or so, she finally found something that suited her desires. Before outdoor her lay one of the thick sticks used in a relay race, its diameter was a little bigger as two of her fingers. Also she found a broken tube of some sort, that probably once was part of a rod to hold a bar for high jump practice. It was roughly 2 inches in diameter and 5 inches long, in regular distances holes were drilled through it. Emily rubbed the relay stick between her legs, with one hand stretching her pussy lips a little. As she did, one cockroach crawled quickly out of her pussy and up to her stomach tickling her a little. Hovering there, I waited for the alarm to sound. Stephens untied blowjob her bonds and she Hardcore tried to sit up, the weight of her new DD or was it larger bisexual Breasts unbalanced her. I pulled her mouth tight against me. The rich bitch, the handjob girl who thought she was the queen of Mark Glassner College, stared at me with such submissive need. Mom didn’t say anything about this to keep from scaring you off, evidently. I was able to stand on outdoor it and without too much effort hop over the fence. But even as it intensified further, she could no longer hold on to the wall and so she drifted off, floating onto her back. “Did James make another Anime girl?” I said to Becky. “You’ve had every chance to, and yet here I stand. My mistake. Her left hand softly held my right elbow as I started to amp up the massage.