Did you enjoy her, Sir?" Jason asked."Oh yes! She was wonderful. She did things my deceased wife would never do. I have just two questions at this tim.... How do you get so many of the cheerleaders to do as you wish, and can you send more girls like Susan to see me?"Jason smiled broadly. "The girls follow me because I want them to, and they willingly do my bidding because they want to. Yes Dean, I can send more visitors to entertain your needs. Is there any particular girl you'd like to see. What had seemed excruciatingly painful at first was now a warm envelope of intense feeling, sending her into a disconnected state of simultaneous totality and nothingness... She caught fleeting glimpses of recognizable forms, brief images of familiar people, places and things in her delirium. She started feeling sensations of being pulled somewhere, but with no indication of where she was heading; unable to exert any conscious control over her body, she simply went with the flow.Tonya realized. I only hoped it wasn't the knowing smile of an experienced person recognizing the touch of an inexperienced one.She was still holding her skirt at her waist when I dropped down and looked closely at her pussy. It was a magnificent sight and I would have loved to explore it. I tentatively put my finger on the mound and touched the curly hair. I wasn't sure what to do or how long she would allow me to touch her so I stood and asked "Can I see your ass too?"She nodded and turned around, still. With an effort, I held back against the temptation!Slowly my piddle into the bin came to an end. With just enough pee still left inside for one last little squirt, I rose from my pee squat over the bin and rushed to Sandra’s bed which I quickly mounted before going to stand on parted legs in the middle of her ruffled sheets. I then slowly raised my nightshirt upwards even as I allowed the last of my piss to rush down to my pussy lips.My wee over Sandra’s bed only lasted a few wonderful seconds,.