Again, she let him, even though it clearly didn't please her. He looked at the two lesbians sitting in the car in asian his driveway, lit by the late afternoon sun. One was nude and disheveled and covered with sweat and the signs of being recently raped. The other was pretty and submissive, her cute tits exposed to the world. He wanted to give them one final degradation. They shouldn't be allowed to drive off like people. They were fuckpigs and they should know it as they travelled home. "I want you girls to piss," he told them. "Piss into your car seats. I want you to go home in a puddle of warm wetness, and I want you to smell it every time you get into this car and be reminded that you wet yourself there because a man told you to." Neither japanese girl made eye contact. Both blushed. But moments later, Sam heard the burbling sounds of liquid moving, and a wet patch began to spread under both girls as they urinated into their car seats. Pleased, Sam took out his own cock, aimed it at the girls' faces, and began to piss. Urine splashed over their faces and hair and ran down over their tits. He pissed until his bladder was empty, then he grabbed Erica's hair and stuffed his cock in her mouth for her to suck it clean. "Both of you bitches are to masturbate all the way home, but you're not allowed to cum," he told them. "Erica had better drive very slowly so she doesn't crash the car while playing with her cunt. Don't stop rubbing your cunts for anything, under any circumstances." And then he very deliberately went around the back of the car and used a branch to smash one of the car's tail lights. He hoped very much the car would be stopped by the police on the way, and the girls would have to explain to a police officer why they were undressed, masturbating and drenched in urine. He had no doubt these well-trained girls wouldn't think of making claims of rape or abuse. They would explain that they were like this because it was what they wanted and deserved. As the girls drove away in their piss-soaked slut car, Sam expected to feel guilty about what he had done that day. He had never done anything like this with a woman before. He had hurt and abused and degraded and raped a girl who he knew didn't really want it but was for some reason allowing it to happen anyway. He had made her cry and tortured her tits. He should feel bad. He didn't. He felt good. He felt really good. Chapter 39 THE EXPOSE Inside The Secret Life Of A Lesbian Slut Her face turned bright red, but she did nothing to deny it. It was at this point that I noticed the look of pleasure and satisfaction on his face. Our performances were often uploaded on Youtube by some of them and we were receiving a lot of support and great comments. My wings drooped pathetically behind me, too painful to close, and too broken to reopen. The customers give japanese a round of spontaneous applause at my expense and June gives a little bow before going back to making drinks. I sold my business to the studio that I had my biggest contracts with, for a hefty profit. I pretty much knew her work schedule each week just from hearing them talk around the asian house but I wanted to know where else she went and where she liked to hang out. I confirmed that by opening mine and saw a grin appear on his face. Her crotch smelled of vinegar and sweat. Marchosias was a man of true beauty in a dark way, but this new stranger was gorgeous because of his light. That evening when I was in my room, I could hear my parents talking.