I slipped a hand into my bodice and played with my nipple. “You have a pretty mouth,” I giggled, buzzed from the appletinis I had consumed. Her breasts were large, straining against the tight fabric of her black dress. Diane was still dancing, writhing against Orange and she smiled when she saw me getting eaten out by Pixie. “Give me your phone.”
She handed me her phone and sent my own phone a text message from the pee slut. Twice more I had to pee as the alcohol ran right through my body. And if she wasn’t, oh well, she was my slave and I could make her do whatever I wanted. I brought my sweet Candy to three shuddering orgasms. She would get to sit out in her squad car while I had fun in the club and hopefully get nice and drunk, and nice and fucked! I looked at myself in the mirror. I trembled in pleasure as Diane’s finger touched my clit. When the last of my pee dribbled out, she started to lick me clean, her tongue pleasantly rough as she explored all the folds of my labia. “Wow,” Avialle breathed, licking her lips. Chasity helped me up and we walked inside.
