I groaned and began shooting a huge load all over the mirror. So much cum!! It was everywhere. The mirror, the wall, my leg, and my hand. I don't know...what came over me but I raised my hand to my mouth and tasted my own goo. It wasn't bad or anything but I became embarrassed and stopped and cleaned up my mess.After cleaning up I fixed my outfit and touched up my makeup, then I went to the front room to watch some tv.I had taken a few mirrors frome the walls and arranged them so I could watch. Zara was still weighing up the respective sight of her co-worker’s pissing pussies when she noticed the large damp stain in the far corner. She knew instinctively that this must have been where Colette and Susan had squatted to pee. The cousins were both slim and petite and Zara was sure that they must have wonderful pussies, a sad fact that she had yet to see either of them.By now Gabriella and Kayleigh had finished pissing, the floor under their desks soaked from their toilet showers. For. It was a wrench, I have to admit, but worth it to have the big step in my career.Trying to do the growing-up thing I did a few dinners and parties, and I met a woman, a very sexy police detective, and we went out a few times and fucked a few times, but we argued too much. I tried again, with a journalist, but there was no magic in it even though we seemed to have a lot in common. Then my first term as Head became too manic for even me to think about women.December’s end of term came to my. It was generally agreed that the women should not dance with the customers.For the most part, the summer tours accomplished what the troupe had hoped for. The additional polish and sharpness that came from repeated performances could have been realized back at the Emporium. The flexibility and resilience to perform at a high level in drastically different, sometimes less than ideal circumstances, could only be learned on the road. City by city, performance by performance, Jenny and her troupe.