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It was morning before Manuel came again. Renee had lain wire tense all night, waiting. She couldn't sleep--or turn off her thinking. Fran was awake, too. But it had helped neither woman to do any talking during the long night.
Manuel entered as silently as he had previously to stand, staring down at them. Renee squirmed. She was overly conscious of her nakedness.
He unfastened her hand and foot. "Come!" Silently, he led her out the door into a dingy corridor that was, if possible, even more grimy than the room they occupied.
All the while Renee looked for an escape route. She summoned all her will, as she had done fighting the heroin, watching for a chance to escape. But the corridor was a dull, featureless gray without windows or open doorways. At the end, Manual pushed open a door and waved her in the cubicle beyond.
It was a bathroom.
The feeling that filled Renee was almost that of pleasure. Until that moment, she hadn't realized how desperately she was holding herself in. The sight of the toilet was blessed relief and she hurried to squat on it.
Manual came and stood in front of her. She gasped. Renee hadn't even considered the possibility that he would follow her into this tiny room. She thought he was still outside waiting for her.
He moved so close she was forced to spread her knees open around his legs. But she couldn't stop her bladder from relieving itself and at the same time she felt the thick jet of pee steaming from her body. The relief was overwhelming.
"You like, huh?"
Renee looked up and shrank from Manuel's gaze. He was fumbling with his pants and finally he got his cock out, holding it fat and limp in his hand only inches from her face.
The girl licked her dark, red lips. She didn't want to be tempted. But the sight of that fat slug only a tongue's length away started the alarm bells of her passion ringing.
He held it out to her.
Desperately she clamped her mouth shut, closed her eyes, and shook her head no.
"It's all right," Manuel said soothingly. "You no want, I not angry."
Renee opened her eyes wonderingly. Manuel was smiling as he aimed his hose and the thick, yellow stream of hot urine shot out to strike her breasts.
The hot spray stung acidly on her skin and Renee tried to get up, to get away. Her own bladder was still dumping its load and she heard it as a distant tinkle in the toilet bowl.
Manuel held her shoulder with his free hand, his fingers biting into her flesh until the pain immobilized her. Slowly he tilted his cock down, playing the hard stream of liquid over her belly. Then down until it was splattering against the pelt between her legs.
Renee tried to close her legs, to keep his filthy piss from contaminating her. But his spraddled legs kept her wide open.
Suddenly the stream was hitting her own slit with a burning force that made her lose all control.
It splattered off target against the inside of her thighs, for a moment, and then it was tingling against the grasping lips of her vagina, the stream striking her sensitive tissue and mingling with her own waste.
Renee almost fainted, the feeling was so intense that her own spray had been reversed and was battering its way back into her body. The heavy smell of urine was overpowering. Her head swam and she felt as if she were stepping out over the edge of a cliff.
It seemed to go on and on. Even long after she was drained, Manuel continued to spray her.
Finally he stopped. He still held his throbbing organ in his hand. "Take it," he said.
Renee shook her head in a desperate no. Desperate because, after what had happened, she wanted to take it, to suckle it. Incredibly he had wakened her desire with his hot urine and Renee's body was one vast, hungry ache.
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