Bob was another overweight slob with a tiny d**k who thought he was a Dom. Almost every time he came over, I was forced to suck his pitiful member. He always brought a very pretty submissive female with him named Sasha. Her situation was analogous to mine.
She had been a dominatrix who Bob had convinced to try being a slave for a day just to make her a better Domme. That was two years ago. In stolen moments over the past two years we had discussed ways to turn the tables.
I got the shower running and the b***h stepped in. I began the onerous task of washing her blubber.
“I need to pee,” she stated as I was washing her massive thighs.
I moved between her legs and put my head back.
“Aaah,” she moaned. “You have no idea how lovely it is to use a slave’s mouth to relieve yourself in.”
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