A few drops leaked out and soon I was peeing full force. It soaked her pussy, filling the toilet as it ran off in trickles. She held me through it all... not minding or laughing when I farted a few times as I finished up with a deep sigh of relief.“Good girl,” she praised, kissing my lips tenderly. “That's my good girl.”“I love you,” I said, pressing my face into her soft breasts. “And yes, now you can have that kiss and then some.”Jane smiled, pecking my lips with a wink as I looked up. “I know,. Slowly, as, out of control, she performed her kneeling belly dance for me, I removed my clothing. My palms were sweaty now. I could feel them, cold and clammy, as I clasped my monster erection, rubbing my foreskin slowly back and forth. It was no good. I couldn’t wait any longer. I just had to have her now! Quickly, I removed the rope and vibrator, callously disregarding her moans of protest and replacing the plastic monster with my fingers. Even this provoked another, minor orgasm and I. “Just sit down and look at these.”I placed one hand on his shoulder as I pushed the folder into his hands.When he opened the folder and saw the first black-and-white shot of me bare-chested in jeans leaning on the arm of my couch, his eyes got big and he exclaimed, “Oooh!”I explained that I had shot these as a birthday present for him. But I just couldn't wait for him to see them.He didn't speak for a minute, staring lustily at my photos. I thought he might not have heard me.“You don’t have to. You can't not be sexy with a pair of stockings. I put my foot on the edge of the bath and rolled them up slowly, keeping them flat and tight, careful not to snag. They felt fantastic against my skin, like a second layer and when they were hooked to the straps they felt even more sexy. I picked up a tube of red lipstick and coated my lips. I'd never looked at myself and thought 'wow' until today. The last piece of the ensemble were the 'fuck me' shoes. They were the perfect end to the outfit.