I laughed nastily as Sally kneeled in front of English and began drinking her piss. I'd known her for a while but I hadn't known that she liked drinking piss. I intended to remember that if I ever wanted to have fun with her. Seeing her get up though, I saw what she had planned. She was a sneaky cow, kissing English and making her drink her own piss!<br/><br/>I walked up to English and punched her hard in the gut. Even with her leather jacket on there would be bruises, I wore brass knuckles under my gloves to deal with them. I punched her hard again. It was alway my experience that people always did as they were told when they feared you, and it was so theraputic to me! I've yet to meet an English person I like and now, I can have one as a punching bag to take my frustration out on! "What's wrong English? Can't handle your drink?" I sneered as I unzipped my own leathers and prepared to use her for a toilet. "Open wide, English" I took a firm grip of her hair as I forced her head back so she would be unable to avoid me and Sally pissing on her.