He pushed me away and said, “we’d better eat”. I don’t remember anything about the dinner. All I could think about was what was going to happe... after dinner. When we finished eating, he gave me another glass of wine. We went out on the balcony to look at the river. He gently turned me towards him and untied the gown and slipped it off of my shoulders. He took a step back and looked at me from top to bottom and whispered, my god you’re beautiful. He opened his robe so I could see him. He didn’t. You concluded by saying that the more you had to pee to better it was in the end. Mandy then commented that as it had been hours since we left, and that she had had three or four beer that she had that part down pat but that she wasn’t sure if she could pee in a sexual situation. Mark said that he hadn’t ever thought of peeing as even remotely sexual, but that all of a sudden he was considering it in a new light. He then asked “do either of you have to pee?” We we both nodded, because, just. Gina and Fran continued to work on their interpretations of songs we could use in our sets, but nothing would be included without the general approval of the whole band and, of course, appropriate rehearsal.In mid-May we were two weeks before our first outdoor gig, a Memorial Day thirty minute session on the campus mall at Eastern Washington University in Cheney. We had no idea who we would follow or who would follow us. Our audience would be mostly college kids just finishing their year. We. Suddenly his jeans burst open, unable to contain his fully erect cock any longer. I felt it slam into my pussy, smearing it with precum. He was breathing heavily now and I heard him drop the riding crop. “You are a bad girl, aren't you Anna,” he said in a deeply erotic tone. I felt his powerful arms lift me up off his lap and twist my body, positing my pussy just above his throbbing hard cock. “Yes sir” I whimpered, “I am a bad girl.” With the force of a mad man he slammed me down, impaling me.