Making Friends

You wake up when Misha enters the bathroom and your services are needed. She sits on the toilet and pees. Then she stands close to your face while you are on your knees painfully on the hard tiled floor. You lick the remnants of urine from her vagina. Then she is back to bed to sleep next to Hank.

In the morning, you are preparing breakfast for the two of them and bring it in on trays. Misha never brought you back any leftovers last night and you are starving. You know you are not allowed to nibble anything from the kitchen and you love her so much you obey. After breakfast, Hank wants more sex, so Misha points gfor you to go between the beds again. Misha's ass is pressing down on your face and your tongue is up her ass once more. Hank is feeling more energetic this morning and is ramming his big cock into your wife with much gusto. He is outdoing himself with a marathon of fucking. You estimate it was probably forty-five minutes long this time. Afterward, you rub the feeling back into your jaw. Then while you clear the dishes away, you overhear Misha talking about last night.

"I love the Gibson's. And Stella is a riot, don't you think."

"Right and Stan said he could get us tickets to the race. Boxseats," Hank said.

"What do you think about their idea to go camping?"

"Sounds like fun,"he said.

"You don't mind if I bring Rob along, do you? After all, there won't be any toilets with us camping out in tents."

"I wish we could just get rid of him but if it's something you want, then ok," Hank said,

"That's settled then. I'll call the Gibson's and we'll go next weekend."

I knew this meant I would be Misha's toilet, and with no bathroom, I would be eating her shit straight from her ass as I've had to on occassion.

Misha went to make her call and Hank looked at me with his usual anger and said, "I'm going to make sure you will gladly leave us alone, if it's the last thing I do."