” She just nodded her head to acknowledge that this is a thing.Over the next several weeks I peed with her holding my cock. Sometimes she would te...se my balls, other times she would tease my anus. This was a thing. I even got weird about peeing without her. I just knew that this was heading towards the inevitable, but the waiting was killing me.One evening she was going to spend the night, and I went to the bathroom before bed. She followed me right in, and took her position. Except this. So back to the story, it is end of May 2012 and I was busy with work and my routine, when I met a guy called John from the same office. I was training his batch in a tool used at our workplace. He used to smile and shake hands every day. He is 5.10, dark, has a scar on his face, and averagely built; there is nothing exciting about him. Days passed by, just like that and we were slowly becoming friends. He also was allotted the same cab as I was which helped in building up our friendship. We. That's all, then. Go settle in!" Wearing as wide a smile as I'd seen in some time, she returned to the sofa and pulled Miriam's face roughly into her crotch.A little nonplussed for some reason, I collected Irene's clothing and led her out of the office and down the hall, mostly on autopilot."Oh my God, Lily, that went so much better than I expected!" Irene erupted once the door was closed behind us. "I just wanted a job, any job. I'm, like, Linnea Richwell's executive frikkin' assistant, can. My whole sexual region is constantly moving, pulsing, and vibrating as he straps my body into the harness. My addiction to pleasure comes to life, the need for my "orgasmic fix" alarming. The strap splits and pulls my cunt lips and ass cheeks apart, my penis-clit, saturated pussy, and puckered back hole exposed. Side rings on the waist band keeps my elbows slightly bent. The leather straps keep my sex open, exposed, vulnerable.He leads me to the gynecological chair and straps my mid-section.