That cock of his wouldn't go down and stay down. He's the one that's hung a little better than most, at least a seven and a half with some girth to it... He likes to fuck pretty hard too. By the third time I was getting a little sore down there and needed a break. Luckily he was starting to wear down by then; I was still getting my backside slapped pretty hard. When I got out of bed the next morning my ass still tingled.I found out the next morning that the tourist had come downstairs about. Concerned that I could accidently piss on my jeans and panties, I quickly yanked them off, and placed them a safe distance away. I squatted, and felt the relief as the hot piss start to flow. I started to feel a strange sexiness, the position of squatting, with my bare ass to the elements, I could imagine squatting like I would do to a boyfriend, just before pushing down on his cock, made my pussy pulse, the hot stream of piss gushing out over my twitching pussy lips just amplified the feeling.. I thought...?But she cut me off.?Well, you still have half an hour. There is a pile of ironing by backdoor cupboard, do that before you go if you can. I had better hang thismonstrosity back up till tonight although why I am bothering I do not knowas no doubt it will end up being torn off me and thrown on the floor atthe end of the evening once George has had a few drinks.?My head was spinning. I was trying to process the anger I felt at herputting the image of George ripping off her dress and. About a week after that happened I got a text from a number that I did not recognize, the text just said, “Hey can you meet me later.” I had no idea who sent it and guessed it was another employee at the sandwich shop who got my number. I did not answer the text for a while and asked a few other employees if they knew who this number belonged to. After about four hours the number came up as a phone call and it was Cassie. I was shocked and said I had got the message late and was just.