Anyway, I went on the pill even though I didn't need being actually still in a virgin status. I had told my mother the truth but she just looked me in...the eye and said,"Yes, dear, I remember what it was like at seventeen and I was a virgin as well!"She didn't smile but I could tell she was being sarcastic just from the way she was holding out the packet of pills for me to start in right away. In retrospect, I think those pills were the reason why I decided to lose my dratted cherry.It just. The woman interviewing me, Dr. Lane, was nice and she seemed smart, but she was pretty boring. When I walked into her office, I saw that Dr. Lane was good looking, not super hot, but you could tell that she had been a looker earlier in her life. She was wearing a red suit jacket with black pants and her light brown hair was up in a bun, kind of like a librarian. She greeted me and we started to talk about why I was applying and what I wanted to do once I finished school. When she started. “That’s it. Pee!” I urge again. There is a distinct tingle in my cunt as I watch my lover struggle.More drops that rapidly become a flow as Emily-Jane surrenders to her needs. I hold the towel a few inches below my lover’s cunt. I watch as her flow becomes a torrent that rapidly soaks the cloth. I can feel the warmth as I inhale the aroma.As quickly as it started her stream stops, petering out with a few drips. I can hear her sobbing into the mattress, a mix of relief and shame. A pastor’s. Mike was amazed that she'd agreed to his plans, even if they superseded what tonight's patron had requested. As Mike opened the doors, there were only two gentleman outside. But it was early yet and no doubt the club would fill up later. One of the pair was the night's patron. "John, always a pleasure," said Mike with a huge smile. "I've set everything up as you requested." "Good evening Mike, thank you. The place looks great." As John looked about the club he saw the glitterball, the various.