That was what made him unusual. He had a way of requesting, asking things from her that she could not, did not want to deny. Just simple things really... like the first time he asked her out. It had been two days after she had put the credit application in at the boutique. She had just gotten in from work, and the phone was ringing. As soon as he started speaking, she knew it was him. ‘Carla Wilson please’, he had said. ‘That’s me’, she responded quickly. He laughed, a melodious chortle greeted. ” Although she hated the power he had over her, she hated the thought of anyone else knowing about the Friday evening attack even more so she said, “Please don’t do that.” “I thought that you would feel that way. So, here is what you can do for me now. I want you to sit in that desk with your legs spread.” Embarrassed by the thought of the display she would be giving him but realizing he had seen much more of her Helen did as she was told. With the skirt she was. “I’m going to pull your top down just enough to get to your breasts,” he said.She helped, sliding one strap off her shoulder, while he did the other. Her breasts fell free of the built in bra that lined the bodice of the dress, and hung, as he fondled them. Finding her nipples, he squeezed and pulled at them, fucking strongly.“Oh yessss,” she whined. “That’s going to do it Bobbeeeeee.”He pounded her and tortured her nipples until he felt her pussy start spasming and she moaned that she loved. He led me down to the river bank, he stretched out on his back, smiling up at me. I didn’t need to be told what to do next, I squatted over him, felt that squeezing urge to pee, and I let go. My golden piss gushed out in a shower, I looked down, saw my yellow streams pouring out of me, splattering against his skin. His face wore an expression of pure bliss, and I directed my pissing as best I could, spraying it over of much as his body as I could, my cunt was starting to boil again, once.