Probably not even then. There’s one trouble with a piss-hard on though. It actuallyinterferes with the real thing. I couldn’t get of.... Marsha wasjust finishing her third orgasm, when I finally had to pull outin disgust. The pressure from my bladder was tickling myprostate, and interfering with my concentration. Yes,concentration. After getting off twice the night before, and notbeing particularly sexually-neglected anyway, it took some efforton my part to work up to an. As he danced with me, his hands were all over me….squeezing my tits as they bounced around while we danced, pinching my ass..…even slipping his hand between my legs and grabbing my pussy. At first I pushed his hands away, but eventually just tolerated it. He was persistent….I’d had a LOT to drink….and I finally let him convince me to go into one of the spare rooms with him. Once we got in there, he started to pull my clothes off, but I stopped him. I stood by the bed, bent over with my hands. I have to make him something before then…” His voice is distant, as if his thoughts were already in his workshop, planning what to make for Luka. We walk into the bedroom and I lock the door. While Addie had assured me she’d knock, I don’t want to take any chances. The mood is sober as we go through the motions of getting ready for bed. My room is drafty, so I leave my panties on, then slip into an old tee-shirt. From across the room Patrick has been removing his clothes until he’s bare, and. There was no one in the entire building except the two of us. Lakshmi: why did you order two teas, sir? The other sir has left Me: the second tea is for you. Sit and have tea with me. Lakshmi: (shyly)sir I can’t sit on these chairs. It’s ok sir have your tea. You don’t have to pay me for the second one. Me: Lakshmi, I don’t look at it that way. We work together. Come sit Lakshmi with a spark in her eyes and an apprehensive curiosity was looking at me wondering what’s going on in my mind. That.