What did you do with them? Did you piss on them?" Laura's breath was catching now in little half-sobs. "I was - I was wet. My" - she almost said vagina and then remembered her collar - "my sluthole was wet." "Gross," said Bethany. "Ugh, what a blowjob slut." She paused, and lick blonde then said, "Show me." Laura didn't know what to do. She lifted her skirt and displayed her nude, wet cunt to Bethany. Bethany looked at it for a couple of seconds, expressionless. Laura didn't know what she was threesome thinking. Bethany had said she had a girlfriend. Did she like girls? Did she like cunts? Did she like Laura's cunt? "Here's what we're going to do," Bethany said after a minute. "You're going to steal all this underwear. That way it comes out of shop breakage, rather than my pay. And if I get asked questions I'll say it was probably that big-titted pink-haired slut who stole it, and the police can come investigate you." "No," said Laura. "Yes," said Bethany, "So you'd better hope no one mature notices. And because you're a thief, you can't just walk out with it all in your arms. You'll have to hide it." She wadded up the first pair of panties - the ones Laura had pissed in - in her hand. “You can’t do that. She pressed her mouth tight against my pussy, her tongue jamming deep into me. She laid lick down and caught her breath. Now things were hotting up! "Oh really?" I emphatically stated, meaning mature every word of it. Sticking my hand out, he firmly gripped it in a welcoming shake. When his cock had finally finished pulsing she slowly, gently climbed off of him and crawled out of the car. The couple appeared to get all the information that they required and as they left they both turned blonde and looked threesome at me again. A blowjob wet slimy sensation accompanied it and my vaginal walls shuddered as some of the wet slimy substance reached the crack of my ass cheeks.