"Thanks for taking me swimming, Tony," said Megan."Not at all. I forgot that playing in the water is very different than swimming laps. I liked it, th...nks for dragging me there." You know, it's not fun wheedling you into doing things I like any more. I used to have to negotiate, now all I have to do is smile at you and you do what I want."Tony put the book away, and smiled down at Megan. "If you want, I will start negotiating again." He played with Megan's moist hair. "But you have to promise. Over a hundred guests sipped cheap wine and munched on bland nibbles whilst chatting eagerly. The mum’s passed the time chatting about school curriculums, gossiping about the latest disagreements at the recent PTA meeting and collectively rolling their eyes as their husband’s asked each other if they had seen Miss Driscoll yet, regaling to one another the latest stories they had heard about the beautiful English teacher.“ ... well if that’s what detention is like these days then I might have to. " She groaned holding her thighs closer together feeling the urge to pee get stronger. This was turning her on also. But she had no clue that Abby would like it. She usually didn't pee for a good part of the day. It was a challenge to her to see how long she could hold her pee. Depending on where she was and how long, she could just move a little and come. It was some sort of secret to her. And a great challenge to keep her sex tones to herself. Once when it happened. She had been in a meeting. What I intended to do was set the mood with something sensual and aromatic. I placed lit candles around the room and then put on her favorite soft romantic music, into the player and set it on the shelf well away from the tub. You know, the kind of music that should have a label that reads; “romantic fucking music!” I walked into the bedroom stripping as I went and said, “My lady, the warm waters of an erotic shower await you!” Not to mention that my semi hard cock was telling me, “Hurry up.