'Th - three,' she croaked, almost inaudibly.'And when was the last time you took some cock?'Her hips squirmed under the effects of his fingering as sh... answered, 'Last summer.' His enquiring look prompted more information. 'My boyfriend Tommy. He's - He's not my boyfriend any more.' Why such an explanation was necessary, she did not even know. As if she owed this man any details...'And did you like it when Tommy fucked you? Did you like his cock right up inside you?' She nodded, her whole body. He put one of those tiny little cameras under my Computer table aimed up at my crotch. He told me he got the idea from my story "Blackmailed" anyway as most of you know when ever I come home from a night of sex I am always up, wide awake and I have sex on the brain. I normally sit down, write, read e-mails, and look at pictures of Glory-holes or cartoons. Normally I will sit there get myself worked up some more, and masturbate, and use one or two of my toys. I have this thing about using toys. Panic-stricken she struggledto hold onto the contents of her swollen bladder but the pain was just toomuch. Nooooooo! Nooooooo! NO PLEASE NO! But it was fartoo late. A jet of urine squirted from her pussy. The flow immediately thickenedand then it was literally pouring out of her onto the floor. "You dirty girl!" snapped Anita Palmer slapping one of the trembling buttocks.The distressed "schoolgirl" jerked as more spurts of fluid fountained out frombetween her legs. Simon Barrow looked at his. On the phone with him in his study, Tom was wearing his best navy suit and matching tie, the one that Gracie had given him for his sixty-ninth birthday. ‘Tom! Are you all set? Ed asked excitedly. ‘All set, my friend!’ Tom stated, filling the glasses. ‘Tom, Marion and I are beside ourselves with excitement!’ ‘Finally, after all these years!’ Tom, jubilant, held his glass out in front of him. ‘We’ll have a time of it Tom…sitting on the porch, sipping Cognac.’ ‘And chess?’ Tom asked, imagining.