Once again Iwas made to look ineffectual and pathetic as my long length rigid corsetprevented me from bending sufficiently to get myself to my feet. I...steadI had to stretch out my hands like some pathetic little child andbeseech somebody to come and help me to my feet. Mistress Portia smiledwith satisfaction as she approached me then gently pulled me to my feetbefore hugging me and kissing me as though she was rewarding sometwelve-month-old toddler who was learning to walk."Never mind Peaches,. Those details hardly matter. Some people wrote back asking me to describe her. Based on my memory her stats would be 35 – 30 – 32. Fair , with long black hair to her hips. Usually used to wear suits at home and being a teacher, school wear was Saree and salwar suits.Back to the story: this happened on the same day.Once we were in the bathroom, (I was only in the towel, Rekha still in the nightly with my cum stains on them) – she started the water and told me to get under it. I did that and. “Do you like that?”I nodded.“Mm, I bet you do slut. You like to see me stick my fingers in my nasty cunt. Look how wet I am.”It was very apparent. Her gloves were glistening even more so. I didn’t expect what came next. She started to piss all over my cock. The warm fluid trickled down my shaft and all over my balls. I’d never experienced anything like this before and I really liked it. Mistress put her hand below her pussy and sprayed her hand with it before shoving the fingers into my mouth.. I didn't know if I was ready to say that with the same sincerity, and I didn't want to cheapen the words. Still the fact that I almost had was something I knew I would have to think about.Missy had fumbled for a tissue from her purse, and was dabbing at her eyes. "Wow, John," she whispered. "I can't believe I wasted even one Friday night going on those stupid dates my mother arranged. I'm just so glad you waited for me, John. I'm sorry about everything my mother said, John."I used my thumb to.