Then I felt it, the cock that was in my mouth at the time, start to throb (I remembered when I’d jerk off in the bathtub by myself at home, this was...the same feeling I would feel just before I came). The next thing I knew he was filling my mouth was his warm cum. I remember stopping for a second, my mind trying to process all that had just happened, when I heard the other guys say “hey don’t stop, we’re close!”, I realized when the first guy came I had stopped everything. I turned to the. “It’s passing.”“When you think you can’t hold it any longer, get up and go,” I said.“Take the nozzle out, now?”“Okay...” I slid out from under her, grasped the hose and eased the nozzle from between her buttocks. Helen lay on her right side in a fetal position, her knees drawn up. I wiped off the nozzle with a washcloth and hung it on a hook on the stand. Then I sat on the bed and caressed her thigh.“Strong one,” Helen gasped. She panted and grimaced.“Let me help you hold it,” I said and folded. Finally, spent and exhausted, he pulled free, his wilting cock sending alast streamer of white semen across my back and streaking the cleavageof my ass with the warm, sticky remnants of his molten seed.My own prick sent streamers of my liquid seed over my breasts and bellyas I felt the soft tickle of his semen trailing between my buttocks,over my perineum, and down the back of my scrotum.He stayed inside me until I shit his cock, limp and soft, as if it werea turd. He walked me to the door,. “Do you get many like this?”“I get my share. What’s spooky is -- she’s local. I’ll bet she’s even driven past the house.”“I use a box at the local UPS store as a return address,” I replied. “I know better than to divulge our street address.” I regarded the image. “That looks like one of our oversized syringes she’s holding -- and one of our nozzles ... Hmm...”“Hmm what?” she asked.“I wonder if she has a website.” I manipulated her laptop and entered Mistress Erica into a Google search. “Nothing.