In contrast to his smile of power, hers was a smile of submission. She was convinced Rashad had already shared stories about her with Mr. Robinson. He... brain connected the tales she imagined Rashad telling to the look she was receiving from her prospective new boss. For a moment, Kelly wasn't sure exactly what to do. Then she made a spontaneous decision. She locked her gaze upon his for a few brief seconds and then, pitching up on her toes, she planted a kiss on his lips. She came back to. Each time she felt she was going to give in to the feelings her head would arch back. The pain from her nipples would bring her quickly back from the edge. Over, and over she went through this cycle. She could feel a flood of moisture between her thighs. At last, she heard the key in the lock. He entered and looked at the agony in her eyes. With deliberate slowness he undressed himself. This time completely. He reached down and released the ropes at her wrists and legs. 'On your knees', he. It wasn't her voice, one that was familiar, but not Katie's. He saw Katie but it wasn't Katie. She still kept bouncing up and down on his penis."Who are you?" he asked, trying to pry her off. He was surprised that all his strength of being a Korothian he couldn't budge her."Why 1142, of course. This is your last fuck ever. You will be killed right in the middle of your orgasm. You should have heeded me when I gave you a chance." GET OFF OF ME!" he screamed with as much authority as he could. The five males watched transfixed as the last few drops of urine dribbled out of Susan's wet, blonde pubes. Without a word, and without wiping herself, Susan stood up, walked calmly back to the table, bent over, and spread her legs. The men were stunned and confused by Susan's behavior. Though they of course enjoyed the unexpected treat of watching the beautiful blonde tourist take a piss right in front of them, they were put off by the new brazenness of her behavior. She was not acting cowed.