As I started to calm down the pressure kept going up and I felt like I was going to burst and started struggling. Jon propped something under my head ...o that I could see my swollen belly then quickly pulled the hose out. If I hadn’t of seen it for myself I wouldn’t have believe it, the water shot out of me and went about 15 feet. Jon said that we were going to do that again but the next time I had to try to hold the water in and then squirt it out a bit at a time on command. By the third time I. "Let me hear you say it," he insisted."I want to suck your cock. I want to be your cocksucker," I replied, barely above a whisper. Not that there was anybody around on this rainy night that would overhear me, but I could barely make my voice work I was so nervous."So you live nearby? You said you wanted to do it in your garage, right?" he asked."Yep...just up the hill," I replied."OK, we can get back in my car and drive up there. But first, I need to take a piss," he said, pointing towards the. Arms thrown out, fingers outstretched and toes curled.“Yes… do it… show me your orgasm.”It telegraphed its tremors through us both. A croak for air, she shook, the sinews in her neck tight. The spasms grew until she thrashed. Without compunction, I fucked her through her orgasm. Struggling against my grasp, she flailed like a fish out of water.“Fuck…” repeated as it trailed off to a whimper. Withdrawn, her glossy sex soaked with the juices of her climax. So young, yet abandoned enough to. The following morning, as usual Miss Cooper turned up promptly at 8.30, she sat down in my office and asked for my report. I handed over the final accounts with trepidation, hoping that the hours I had put in had paid off. What seemed like hours – Miss Cooper poured over the report, checking the figures several times. Eventually looking up from the report with a smug smile she said ‘Not bad, you must of worked hard. Still a couple of mistakes but a much better effort, maybe I won’t have to go.