There also was brass-railing at both sides, just above the small lamps. Even without looking up. Amelie saw a glimpse of a short woman disappearing in...o one of the rooms. Then she was jerked to a halt in the corridor. She could almost (but not quite) look into the next room. The person behind her, bent down and locked one end of a set of handcuffs to her ankle and the other to an eyelet mounted close to the floor. He then patted her behind as he went part her, after the woman, into the next. You spread your legs so he has easy access to your pussy. As he massages you, you continue to watch me being stroked luxuriously by the woman tending to me. The heat in the room seems to expand. Watching me being stroked has you increasingly aroused. Your pussy is getting wetter and wetter. Your masseuse takes note. He finds your clitoris though his whole hand is stroking you softly but firmly. Though he had massaged your breasts before, he makes more effort to focus on your nipples. Your chest. Suddenly his piss hit the back of my throat, flooding my mouth, instinctively I gulped down, taking air as I did so, my reaction caused laughter amongst my companions, but more piss was flowing into my mouth, he’d grabbed my hair so I could get away and his pee was shooting into my open mouth, so all could see. I gulped down more still in shock. Yes, I’d drunk my lover’s piss quite often by this time in my sexual horizon, but it was the fact that it was assumed that I’d be drinking it.The heat. There were a few other questions that I thought would be better answered in a discussion. I was not ready to tackle a few of them with my mother until I gave them more thought.There was one question with just one word and a question mark. ’Positions?’ I went out to the kitchen and asked mom what she wanted to know about positions.“Bill said there were different positions to have intercourse, and I was wondering what they were. He left so fast last night. He did not answer any of my questions.”I.