Oh, was I ever wrong.Spreading her legs she humped her pussy forward, fingered her labia apart, and proceeded to pee on the floor, right where I had f...nished scrubbing only twenty minutes earlier! Her yellow flood spattered down, hot and pungent, spreading wide on what had been a spotlessly clean floor, a few stray splatters landing on me.All I could do as Mistress Elaine relieved herself was sit back on my heels and watch, dumbfounded, until the cascade died away with a few final fragrant. Right, get your arse into that shower and hose me down. You might need an industrial cleaner.”I whipped off my pyjamas and got the shower ready. She cleaned her teeth and I watched the fluidity of her body as she turned and joined in the walk-in. I kissed her again and began an assiduous washing. First her lovely, fairly short black hair that made her bright blue eyes more apparent. Her neck and back. Then her front, her fabulous tits that are a healthy 34c with nipples that look straight up at. "Subconsciously, I wanted to squeal with delight like her girlfriend. Iwanted to ask her all about him, what he looked like, what he liked todo and all of that. But I was in deep denial, so instead I growled,"What? What's this supposed to mean?" I just thought..." she said."You thought wrong," I snapped. "I'm not gay or anything. What the hellmade you think that?" I'm sorry," she said. "It's just that you're smart and funny. And noone's ever seen you with a woman. I mean, you don't try and hook. The short act of exiting her car seems to be a contortion performance.Swiveling sideways and placing her heeled feet on the compacted gravelparking lot, she feels her heels reacting. Grabbing the steering wheeland pulling herself up while trying to pull her purse into position overher shoulder, she is glad the turned-on shoes help her balance. A smilecomes to her face thinking about how bad a show it might be, as a sexywoman might fall on her face simply by trying to exit her car. Women domake.