She started to squirm and move around. She squealed and then stood up and began to pee. She splattered my crotch and chest and then moved forward and ...prayed my face. As her piss slowed, she stood over my face, so the last drops fell into my open mouth. Judy sat down on me again and we kissed and hugged. She moved down and took my dick into her mouth. She licked and sucked me back to a lovely erection. Judy looked up and said, “Don’t you dare piss in my mouth.” I knew that her sucking me off. Only this time, Mistress pulled the tie of the ribbon just as thefull surge of climax hit, freeing me from its tight constriction,and I pumped my soul into her mouth with the semen. I screamedthrough the panty gag, wanting to reaffirm my devotion to thiswoman, finally falling back as the force of the orgasm subsided.Her mouth left me. The strings of the panties were pulled,jerking the gag from my mouth, to be immediately replaced byMistress's lips and tongue, kissing me deeply. My sperm. I should mention the first two; she had legs to die for, not to mention she was stacked to the rafters up top. She gave me the once over before answering, and I could only imagine what she was seeing; the rumpled suit, disheveled hair, and two days’ worth of stubble on my cheeks. The desk I was sat behind matched my appearance. I made a mental note to hire a cleaning lady and immediately scratched it off the list as another expense I couldn’t afford. “Day. Valentine Day.” There was a hint of. ‘Yes,’ she replied, her smile returning on its own. Their eyes stayed on each other long enough for the wetness in her pussy to build still higher. The barmaid returned with her drink, breaking the sexual tension of the moment. ‘So, uh, was she plan B?’ Julie asked Greg, nodding toward the barmaid who was walking back toward the other end of the bar. She said it in jest, just to buy herself a moment to regroup. ‘The problem with barmaids,’ Greg replied, ‘is that they typically get done a lot.