Collar check!

"Hey John, I had a question while you were peeing on my sister. Can you come over here please?" asked Sara smirking.

"Umm... sure. I don't see why not." said John walking over to her. Once John name reached Sara, she grabbed his collar, yanked him close and began to read it. John struggled begging her not to read the collar. But then Sara started to read the collar out loud. "John Doe, erect penis size: 5.16 in., reason instated..." said Sara her voice trailing off at the end of the sentence before saying "Oh my god!" out of complete shock. She let go of the collar and stared at him, looking shocked. "Joanne, remember the conversation we were having earlier?" she asked her sister.

"Please don't tell her, she doesn't need to know about it," said John.

"I don't need to know what? What conversation?" asked Joanne.

"It's John!" said Sara.

"What?" asked Joanne, clearly confused.

"It's John! His collar says he was put in the program for stealing Megan's panties!" said Sara.

"Oh my god, you're the perverted freak whose been doing that? Do any of your perverted fantasies involve pissing on her naked body?" asked Joanne.

"No! Shut up!" retorted John, his face a deep crimson shade.

"You do, don't you?" accused Joanne.

"Maybe... It's not any of your business anyway! Shut up!" said John.

"You're a dirty little pervert, you know that?" asked Joanne.

"I know... I'm into some weird shit... please don't tell her." John requested. Joanne looked thoughtful for a moment. Her body was still glistening with a coat of fresh urine. Her hair was soaked too and John was staring at the golden droplets glistening in her blonde pubic hair. It wasn't too long before Joanne spoke to him.