Whilst I acknowledged the applause for my 50 from the crowd – there were maybe a hundred people watching! – I stretched my shoulders and eased my ...ack, without consciously meaning to waggle my tits in Carla’s direction. She was standing only a few yards away, looking rather frustrated, with her eyes fixed on my bust and her lips pursed.She almost stalked away, but when she turned to start her run-up, her eyes still seemed to be focused on my chest. Perhaps that should have given me warning,. She couldn’t take it, it was just toooooo sensitive.“Oh God Chris, no don’t, not for a minute, you’re going to make me piss if you keep that up.He smiled at her and encircled her cervix gently again, then again. She looked up at him with a scared look of expectation on her face.“Chris, you’re going to make me piss myself, please don’t, you’ll hate me.”“CHRIIISSSS.”She couldn’t hold back. Her golden piss squirted from her onto Chris’ thick cum covered patch and round his huge stump onto his. I wasbuckling and felt the rush, I could barley breathe because my breath hadgotten so heavy. I was moaning and screaming and she just keptgoing. Licking my clit, fucking me with her fingers. I finally faked onebecause it was too much. By the time I was finished my ass was a littlesore but damn did I get a few good orgasms. I was still a little shakywhile I was leaving. Being a prostitute had become more and more excitingand for the most part I felt wanted by women and enjoying the sex.I had a. She had made a note that she’d also have to investigate someone to cut the grass this summer. She dated quite a bit. There was Dan, who took her skiing for a day. He was terrible, and she had spent the day remembering outings with Tom. Tom had loved to ski, and was so good at it. He had taught her beautifully, and she was competent to negotiate even the steepest slopes. She remembered, and deeply regretted making Tom stop something that made him so happy. Damn, look at the way that guy floats,.