I pumped faster, savoring the heat of her tunnels. She was an artist, and painted during her free time, and she became giddy as she went from exhibit to exhibit. I looked around, my heart beating out of control. “You know you love to drink my pee, Via!” she called back. “Yep. You did get used to it, but for someone that had never experienced the Goddess’s presence, it could be quite overwhelming. The nextel chirped, connecting me to the network. One of the perks of the job was searching pretty, young girls. “We have a big day today,” 51 continued, clicking a remote and the laptop hooked up to an overhead projector started up the PowerPoint slide show. My eyes fluttered open, a mewling sigh escaped my lips. Work that tongue into me! “What happened?” I gasped. “Most of the world is going to see me dressed like a complete slut! She was followed by a maid carrying her camera. “That’s it,” the Goddess purred.
