My boyfriend realized this and since then has encouraged me to continue to have fun as along as I let him know what I’m doing and even let him watch...(smile) if he’s around. I was very reluctant at first because I felt I was happy with my sex life. One day when we were coming home from a friends wedding and staying over night in a hotel, we struck up a conversation in the hotel bar with a salesman, who happened to sell wine, yum. The guy seemed nice enough and was very funny. He was a much older. I left there hoping for another meeting but not sure if it would happen. The text was just as daring, "do you want to be my slut?" it read. I never hesitated and agreed to meet the next morning for more than just a touch and grab session.I was the first to arrive so I had time to prepare. I was nervous, excited and terrified, but more than any of that I was turned on by just the thought of what was about to happen. I heard him pull in, the distinct sound of the Harley just added to my. "Go get it Cleo."But Cleonora had already opened the hidden closet in the panels next to the platform and was wheeling out the virgin seducer, a contraption which totally mystified Laura. It was red leather all across its top and looked like something that might be used by a gymnast to work out on, but there were also manacle-type attachments at all four corners, just above the wheels.It arrived in front of her and Mark knelt down, still tightly holding her wrist, to make an adjustment in the. She must have continued peeing on my clit for at least another 15 seconds, maybe even half a minute, after I first screamed out in orgasm. During this time, I continued screaming (not even coherent words, just screams of ecstasy), my body was still jerking, and, as my body wasn’t done peeing, short violent bursts of pee kept exploding out of me as my body was in the throes of ecstasy. Slowly, Jess’s pee stream became less forceful and stopped reaching my clit, the last of her pee going.