All the times that he had been a toilet slave in the ladies' room, the women had used him without comment. With his back to her, he dropped his pants ...nd sat on her face. He leaned forward and pushed his dick into her mouth. He had been hard now ever since they told him that a replacement had taken over for him and they were letting him out. It took him a few moments to relax enough to let his pee flow. He had peed just before he left a few minutes ago, so he didn't have to pee much. He. She mumbled something I couldn't understand."Come on, love," I said taking her under the arms and lifted her to her feet. "What you need is some fresh air."I half carried her outside and the cool air seemed to revive her a bit for she stirred but then she looked like she was going to be sick. My car was just around the corner but as much as I wanted to take her off somewhere quiet, I didn't want her sick all over my fresh carpets."You going to be sick?" I asked.She mumbled again which I took as. Miss Perfect. Beautiful, fit, super smart Lena. Here, on her knees, in heat and begging to take his cock. She panted, she moaned, she mewled in submissive desperation. Her nipples were rigidly erect, her womanhood soaked in juice. Save for those knee high boots her only piece of clothing was a leash and collar. The usual sparkle in her spirited brown eyes was still evident but it had been diluted somewhat by a vacant look of silent suffering and doomed resistance. Billy drew her nearer… Lena. She pulled her arms into her shirt, momentarily leaving me aching for her touch. She pulled her bra off her arms and hid it in the couch cushion beside her. Her hand again returned to exploring me. I glanced over my should but all the lights were out in the hallway. I slid her shirt up and began kissing her breasts, her nipples both soft and firm under my tongue. My hands explored while my mouth took her in deeply. I cast a last glance down the hall. Not expecting to see anyone but because it.