“Bend over a little more…..keep your legs straight ……spread wider........yes, that’s it ……..Now you can piss!”I had never peed in this...position before, and I suspected there would be a certain lack of control, but, what the hell! I relaxed my bladder and began to feel a trickle of warmth run between my thighs. The trickle soon turned into a gush as I found myself enjoying this new experience of pissing freedom. The warm pee spread everywhere but I didn’t care. It came out of me like water out. It was the first thing that I had noticed when I jumped into the back seat of his car, his smell. Whatever he was wearing, I could smell it all around me. I even found myself silently inhaling as much as possible. His scent had a mixture of deep cologne and his own personal musky aroma. It was absolutely intoxicating. I felt myself get lost in the car on the way to the bar. I practically ended up ignoring my friend in the passenger seat for the rest of the night. I wanted him, right then and. " I brought her hand to my lips and kissed the back as if I was of the old Prussian aristocracy. Bryce didn't want his hand kissed but did shake mine.The performance was even better than normal and the four performers would occasionally look at Liz to let her know that they knew of the dedication. At intermission I was busy with some work with some of the props. An assistant to the Minister of State asked if I and the performers would like to attend an informal party after the play. "I would be. He moved up to nip at her earlobes, tunneling his fingers into her free-flowing hair as the other hand rested on her stomach, rubbing along her belly towards her gentle curves, then back down as if to venture below her waistband, then back to her curves again. He continued his slow torture of her body, constantly teasing her and delighting in the way she lifted to meet his hands no matter where they were sliding, her body trembling in both need and frustration as she longed for him to touch.