“Now that you mention it… I must confess I rather relish being looked down on by a strong woman.” He brushed her knees with his fingertips, ran his hands slowly up the insides of her scarred thighs to the top, and then gently back down. “I don’t suppose… you could be persuaded… to piss on me, at all?” Monza frowned. “I don’t need to go.” “Perhaps… some water, then? And afterwards—” “I think I’ll stick to the pot.” “Such a waste. The pot will not appreciate it.” “Once it’s full you can do what you like with it, how’s that?” “Ugh. Not at all the same thing.” Monza slowly shook her head as she
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