We'd gotten a nice early start, and it felt good to be back on the road. Kim and Tess lazed around the dining room table, far enough away from me that...their conversation (which included a lot of giggling) couldn't be heard by me.My guess was that Roy, Jr., Tess' (very) big brother, was Topic A. If I was right about that, then I was probably Topic B. Or maybe Topic B was Tess' long-time boyfriend back in Charlottesville.Well, I'd probably never know.We made good time and Tess called ahead on the. I was told Keegan’s had the best bar food in the area, and as one of my friends put it by quoting Ludacris, one of the waitresses was “a stone cold stunner, hotter than the summer.” After sitting in my house alone for the first week I was in Orlando , I decided to give Keegan’s a shot. I hadn’t made it through the front door when I decided I liked the place. There was nothing fancy about it, but the atmosphere set it apart from any other tavern I’d ever been to in the United States . As I. I was having the time of my life. After a little longer like this, it became apparent that neither of us was quite going to cum this way.He pulled out of my ass. I laid down next to him and took his cock into my hand and started to jerk him off as we kissed again. He responded by jerking me off as well. As we kissed and jerked each other our bodies finally couldn't take anymore. I felt myself get close and told him I was about to cum as I was nibbling on his ear. I shot my load and it got all. Somehow the heavy pressure pushed all feelings into the nether regions of my body, the genitals and the behind now becoming super sensitive to what was happening there. This was quickly proven when the feeling of the dildo inside me amplified and with the smallest movement of my body my dildoed insides twitched and my prostate reacting. The Mistress’ Motto ?Never a whipping without my piss? was now realized with her filling one of the glass dispensers to the top with her hot golden piss and.