"You love your Mistress, don't you, you little slut bitch?" That nameusually meant that he was going to get a good ass-fucking. He againresponded, whi...ing and moaning, on the very verge of ejaculating, butof course, he has to hold it back until the "shoot" order, but all thewhile, continuing to masturbate himself with both hands in the "Salute"posture."When do you tell your Mistress that you love her, slave." When I make you cum, Mistress Pamela, and when I receive the order toshoot, and while. Once again, i told Erica to keep reading. Her nipples were really hard now. Like two little penis heads.“Then Alan stood up and pissed all over my face to wash away the cum”.Erica again stopped and told me that enough was enough. I reached my hand for her pussy, but she gently pushed it away. I told her to keep reading.“Alan then pulled me up and took me into my bedroom. Alan said he was going to take me into the shower to wash away the piss and cum and then bust my cherry...”That sent Erica. I am sure that there were some people in the show that had some kind of idea what was going on, but at that moment I just didn't care. After the show, we went to a nice place for dinner. We sat at a table and there was only a few people there. I noticed one guy sitting with his GF or wife looking over our way quite a bit, as if he recognized me. He kept looking and I told Jay about it. Jay checked the guy out, and didn't think it was anybody we knew. This is way before we started posting. Sweat stung my eyes andpain radiated from my bad knee — neither sensation wasparticularly noticeable compared to the pounding of myheart and the gasping sounds of my labored breathing.Pride was the only thing which kept me on my feet andmoving.I could tell that the instructor was watching me,waiting for me to collapse — or perhaps trying tofigure out what I was doing in her class. It wasn’t anadvanced aerobics class, but it was more than what abeginner like me should have been.