I know I’m moaning and in less than half a minute She makes me start to pump into my underpants and trousers, shuddering and convulsing in time to t...e shots of spunk, right in front of Her. Ecstasy floods me in wave after wave as I thoroughly wet my pants before Her very eyes. I’m subsiding and Miss Donna says something like “you must fancy me, that was so quick” and I’m able to mutter that I rarely get to see lovely cleavage like that. She closes my case while I stand there with a long streak. When I did this I always hung the tiny keys on the hook holding my mounted bass in our den. One Friday night after my shower I put my chastity cage on and mixed myself a drink. Andrea and I sat on our deck over looking the pool and watched the sunset. I had several drinks and I felt like tonight was the night to let her in on my fantasy. As I handed her a drink I told her that she looked wonderful that evening. She was wearing a very short white denim skirt and a white cotton tank top. Her dark. Then we talked about what position I should be in and we both agreed that just laying on my back with my head on a couple of pillows and my knees up wide apart, would present a really inviting image for Joseph to see as he entered the room. I decided that I would plug myself in to my music so that I wouldn’t even know when he was in the room. My cunt was really wet now and I couldn’t resist just slipping a couple of fingers in and tasting my succulent juices. I was quite enjoying just lying. .. blub blub ..." Gypsy had started peeing again and did it right into his face. Piss sprayed out to the sides. Rhonda moved to avoid being hit. Gypsy swung her hips from side to side and up and down. The stream swung over him from his forehead, over his closed eyes to his nose, cheeks and mouth. He could not let the opportunity pass. He opened his mouth. He hoped that Rhonda would assume it was a reflex. There was a hollow sound as pee gushed into his mouth. The pitch of the sound fell as his.