Sitting at the window enjoying the afternoon sun, Mistress X feels the urge to relieve her bladder. Not wanting to bother with a walk to the bathroom, she lifts the hem of her dress and launches a gushing hot stream onto the wooden below her. Returning back to the window she celebrates her relief with a cigarette. Gazing at the sprawling puddle steaming liquid beneath her she thinks, no need to worry about the mess her slaves will clean it up.
