Its a hot, sunny afternoon, and my five mistress friends and I are on the terrace, having fun with our two slaves. The air is filled with laughter and teasing, the blue sky above us and a light breeze brushing our skin. Suddenly, two of us feel an urgent need to pee. Without hesitation, one of the girls steps over the first slave, lying on the ground like a human urinal, and lets a stream flow straight into his mouth, a sly smile on her face. He obeys, taking every drop without wasting any.Meanwhile, the other slave, kneeling nearby, serves as a human paperholder, carefully holding the toilet paper for the mistresses to wipe themselves thoroughly after their turn. The used paper is tossed into his mouth without a second thought, amid our giggles. The other three mistresses, who dont need to pee right now, dont sit idle: they use the first slave as a spittoon, filling his mouth with saliva while hes still getting peed on by the other two. The atmosphere is electric, with our laughter mixing with the sharp smell in the air.Satisfied, we decide the games just getting started. With a mischievous grin, we gear up for the next little game, leaving the two slaves there, ready for our next whim.
