The reflection is myself dressed up in my wife's Lingerie. A cute crop top with a black strapless bra underneath all padded out. Looking down I see th...t my cock has gone limp in my wife's panties. I stumble a little and think to my self that I should be taking these high heels off. I shout "hello" down the stairs. Relief.. I shout a further Hello and turn to walk back into the bedroom. I stop in horror as I hear someone shout back up in a tentative voice "hello". "Who is it" I call down. Its. I opened my eyes and saw them both with my cunt juice dripping from their chins. They were begging for more, and who was I to deny them of this? So we all three went to the sleep study room that had a king size bed in it, which was much more comfortable! They both picked me up and gently placed me in the middle of the bed like I was a queen, or a prize! I watched them both undress. Their bodies were very similar, muscular and in good shape, but when I looked at Dr Woods’ cock, I was in shock!. Actually she is in her office today why not give her a call?Gram said.Yea thats right she is open saturdays now let me get the phone. Mom called her Dr. and delicately put it to her this way.Telling her she had a boyfriend who had a pee and poop fetish and wondered if this was dangerous.The Dr. was a very open minded lesbian and not ar all put off by the question.She told Mom if your healthy and in moderation it shouldnt be an issue.She said your boyfriend cant consume every bowel movement. Spurting cum is my greatest pleasure!” Gritting my teeth, I began to recite as she instructed. Finally I had repeated it for the hundredth time, my cock still hugely erect, my balls burning with need. Again she seemingly paid me no mind, but looked up immediately after my one hundredth repeat of the mantra phrase, evidencing the fact that she had been paying attention. “Oh, what a good boy!” she exclaimed. “Come, kneel at my feet.” Awkwardly I shuffled to the sofa and kneeled before.