As invited, Andy woke up early, having "stayed for breakfast." Outside, sunlight was just beginning to filter through the bedroom curtains. He moved his hands over Dee's sleeping figure. Before finally falling in to their slumber, he had helped Dee to don her "special nightie" as she called it: which meant a short corset which would hold her waist in check during the night. He knew it to be called a waspie: just an 8-inch high corset that held and contained her waist and not much else above or below.
Also, they had installed a fresh plug into her rectum.
He ran his fingers over her hip as she lay on her right side, away from him. Then he ran it up into her waist, and marvelled again at the indentation caused by a lifetime of corseting and girdle-wear; and the waspie that pressed her into shape at that moment. Dee began to stir and made a little sound; just a quiet, "Mmm."
Andy ran his hand further up her figure and round to her mature but still firm abdomen; bulging slightly below the tightened waist corset. And so up to hold her left breast. He lifted it gently and squeezed even more gently. Dee spoke sleepily, "Oh Andy; how nice to wake up with you here. Handling me. Handy Andy," and she giggled almost silently.
She rolled over into her back and Andy moved his hands to feel at her figure from her throat, over both breasts and her belly, and so down to her pubic area. Dee arched her back a little at his touch but then seemed to flinch as he pressed on her mound.
"Ooh, I must go in there - bladder's full," and she giggled in her special way, nodding her head slightly towards the bathroom.
Almost as if it were a tradition between them, Andy followed her to the toilet, took up position on his knees and with his right hand cupping her labia to catch the urine as it poured from her. A whole evening and night's volume of the pale yellow liquid filled his hand many times. As previously, he stopped the flow a few times by inserting his middle finger deep into her vagina. At this she giggled each time and then pushed her bladder by internal muscles to resume the flood.
When Dee finished, Andy pulled his hand out slowly, stroking her labia and inside thighs gently; spreading the remaining urine over her, of course. He found the little face cloth to wipe his own hand as Dee reached across to a hand towel on the heated rail. As she stood up from the seat, Andy moved back towards it, "Me too," he said
Dee moved in front of him, with her back to the toilet bowl, "Let me show you something new. Something I like very much. Please don't stop me."
She knelt down in front of him, reached up to pull down his briefs, and held behind his thighs to pull him towards her face. Andy realised at this late stage that she was about to take his floppy penis into her mouth: which she did.
Past his organ, she said, "Pee now. Give me all you have. Just a squirt to start until I squeeze you."
She was right: this was a new experience for Andy and he carefully released his own flow. Between Dee's lips, behind her teeth, spraying against her throat. And she seemed to open her throat, whilst closing off her breath; so that the first spurt shot straight down her throat. Andy imagined it going straight to her stomach, and waited a few seconds before releasing another squirt, and Dee took a breath in that time.