My Master was at my head seemly trying to wash off all the spunk deposited there by the black guy. I felt so horny having all that piss over me, I mus... have looked like I was enjoying myself too much. The young man said “Look! The bitch loves it” and spit on my chest. So I rubbed it into my skin. Once they had all finished I could feel the piss running underneath me. My Master turned on the shower and washed me down. “Now get up and dry yourself” he said throwing me a towel. I did as ordered. I. I lied back and she placed herself in between my legs and continued sucking my prick, licking my balls, squeezing and masturbating me. Oh what a feeling.“Suck it…u Whore…“Don’t stop.”“Sure”,She said…and kept on sucking. It went on and on and on…and I was in heaven. Then it was her turn to ride me…and she came atop me, sat on my dick and in it went. She started pumping me from the top and I kept playing with her boobs, squeezing them, biting them, biting the nipples, and she kept moaning and. I couldn't wait to unzip my jeans and pull out my throbbing cock. As I was waiting for my hard on to subside somewhat so I could pee, I asked the janitor where is everyone. He somewhat mumbled that at this time of day there was rarely anyone in the theater making his job of cleaning up easier. Still standing at the urinal trying to pee I looked over my shoulder and noticed that he was looking down towards my waist. Even though I came to the theater for some fun sex, I still became nervous. A. I plunged into his mouth again. This time I held it. I told him to lick the underside of my cock. He tried to shake his head. I told him to do it and I will let him breathe. I felt his tongue touch the gland under the head of my cock. I told him to run it back and forth. He did. I pulled out. He gasped for breath. Heather was going crazy. She was pulling on her nipples, rubbing her clit and riding his cock like her life depended on it. I asked her how she was and she couldn't even answer me. I.