. What were we going to do for 4 hours I wondered.I was visiting Mr Watson's flat for the fourth time, the first two visits were fun and he took the ...ead in everything that happened, but the focus for my last two visits and our time together in the shop had been more about me pleasing him, and as I ran to his flat I was hoping he would pay me some attention today, I had began to enjoy his hands and mouth on my cock, I had made my mind up I was going to ask him to, and as I got out of the lift. ” He inserted a thin tube in my pussy and turned on a valve. Cold water poured into me, and I arched off the table. “Oh, a little chilly is it?” the adjusted it and then it was too hot, but I didn’t dare complain. He took a bottle from a shelf with a narrow neck, like a ketchup squeeze bottle at the diner, and squired something inside that stung a little. “That ought to do it,” and he came around to the head of the table. “Clean off my dick,” he said. “We’ll see how your tonsils are,” and he. Hell yes I was free to come over! But I tried to play it cool, so I wrote, “Hey John, thanks for the beers last night. I think I can make it tonight if you need help. What time?” “Same as last night, 9pm?” he wrote back after about two long minutes. “9pm it is. I’ll bring some beer,” I wrote. That way we could just end up working on his car and drinking my beer if he wants. Maybe he wants to talk about it, tell me what a big mistake it was, and how he hopes we can be friends. Or maybe he just. There was no way I was remaining in thatsweaty panty-liner, regardless of my personal period rules, that said Ishouldn't change immediately. It had been a few hours already, and thatwas more than enough.However, following my idea of teasing myself at red lights when it wassafe to do so, when nearing the customer's home my body bucked andtensed and I experienced heavy flow again in the fresh panty-liner; myjuices exploding out all over the panty-liner, on my skin, towards mypussy. I tried to.