"Go on pee," he demanded.I lowered my panties and sat on the toilet. He watched me as I tried to make a flow of urine. It took several minutes before ...he stream began. His looking made it somehow sexually charged. When I wiped myself after I almost had an orgasm from the touch of the paper against my engorged clitoris.I looked up to see him smiling gently at me. I stood, kicked off my panties, then removed my bra. I caught a glimpse of myself reflected in the glass shower enclosure. The. I'm big enough to admitthis: I like the woman in charge. I like the woman to go on top and bethe sexually aggressive one. And while Joanne was always called Joannein normal day-to-day life, when we were in bed, it was occasionally"Jo". I wondered if she heard it as "Joe".She was thinking about all that and that's why she laughed. And there'sanother thing. I don't particularly like to talk about this, but Isuppose I have to. I'm not the biggest boy in the world. It doesn'tbother me and Joanne. Both were sucking and biting it like hungry babies. I was feeling on the top of the world and my whole body was on fire. It felt great to have them sucking on my nipples, it felt so good that my pussy got wet almost instantly. While they were sucking on my nipples their hands explored my body and started to probe my lower openings. One hand was massaging my clit and pussy while another was massaging my ass. Soon a finger was inserted into my pussy and ass at almost the same time. I exploded. "If you want me to stop, you can tell me. A thing I did fantasize of a little, is a naughty brat trying to pull the whole too sick for school routine." "That's a perfect example." I tell her nothing more, waiting for what she meant with her rather cryptic remark.She hesitates for another moment or two, and then slides out of the chair. She takes off her glasses to slide her sweater over her head, putting it neatly back on the chair. Underneath she had on a plain white t-shirt. She looks me in.