I always tried to wait until eight before firing up our old mower or else the neighbors would complain. Slipping on my headphones I pressed the play b...tton on my walkman and the Bellamy brothers started my latest mix tape with Redneck Girl. I smiled to myself thinking about my redneck girl next door and the previous day's activities. I could almost imagine the aroma and taste of Amy's pussy as I absent mindedly pushed the mower up and down the length of the yard. Thank God that most of my. She had volunteered to be a Civil Servant, a sex worker. This was just another client. That's what she tried to tell herself. Nonetheless, the relaxation techniques she had learned at the academy weren't working. It was a private game Ari had played with her. Slipping his hands over her backside, when he walked behind her in the hallways. Sometimes under her skirt if he thought he could get away with it. Once, he silently slid a condom packet on top of her books as he walked past. The. ‘Ready?’ I asked, already desperate to squirt my pee over the floor in a mirror action of Sandra’s toilet.‘Ready,’ she giggled back.I needed no further encouragement. I started to pee, a hot stream of piss leaping from my pussy slit and spraying downwards as a hosing torrent of piss to soak the carpet in a similar matter to my roommate.‘Isn’t this just so much fun?’ she asked, taking a moment to look away from the sight of my pissing pussy, to stare into my eyes.Just keep on peeing, I told. My shift ended at 2 PM, and for the same reason decided to just wait around as I had to be back at work for 4. I got myself a cup of tea and sat behind the counter, there was only a handful of people in the restaurant waiting for the rain to clear up as well. Catherine, her name as I'd found out, held up her tea pot as a signal for more tea and although my shift was over, the waitress on duty was in the kitchen so I went over and got the pot and refilled it. She commented on the downpour and I.