My cock had become tumescent in anticipation of our meeting. Her voice was sexy, very sexy. She had her business set up in a private house on a quiet ...treet so I followed her instructions to the address, parked and knocked at the door. The inner door opened and I could see a slim figure with long hair coming to the outer door. She was very sexy and I could feel my cock stirring. She greeted me with a beautiful wide smile and offered her hand, introducing herself as Mary-Angel. She had long red. K, she said, then pointed to her mouth. I pushed my cock down towards her, she took it in her hand and held it against her lips, then opened her mouth and began tonguing my pisshole.I pushed. A spurt of piss splashed her tongue. She opened her mouth and I sprayed inside it. The piss splashed her face as she momentarily closed her lips to swallow.Another spray wet her hair and ran down her face as I pushed again. I could see her nipples were hard as rock as my piss ran over her small firm tits. . "You can't touch, you just have to watch and see how dumb this is..." she worked her pussy with the left hand, her right moving up her chest to tweak her nipples.I was shocked. As far as I know, she's never touched herself like this. We'd talked about it, and she said she was just never interested. But now she insisted on doing it while I watch!What could I do? I pulled my cock out and sat there, watching her, stroking myself.I noticed that she was only playing with the outside of her vagina,. ‘Good girl’ is obviously a trigger.” I’m a good girl. Katie shuddered. “Yeah, that explains a lot. Does it affect you too? Good girl. Good girl.” “Mmmmm, yes. Fuck that makes me feel good.” “You just go with it?” “Sure why not? It’s pleasure.” “Brenda?” Katie said, worry setting in. “How many times have you watched that video?” “A few times,” Brenda replied smugly. “Did you contact Master Boratus?” “Was I supposed to?” Brenda asked. “I think so,” Katie said realizing what had happened for the.