He felt between her thighs, the warm moisture unmistakable. XXX She slept, like a baby. Her day at uni dragged then he drove her home with her bladder bursting. He opened the door and whistled, she came running. “You will paint that view,” he insisted. “My easel and paints and books,” she explained. They went inside. “Would you like a fuck now” he asked
She shook her head so he kissed her gently and left the room, locking the door. “Watch your fluid intake.”
Her day was sheer torture, she felt she needed to come her bladder was bursting but she remained determined to see the day through. She approached closely and he slid a bin bag over her head over her shoulders trapping her arms and then made a hole so her head appeared and the bag came own below her pubes.
