My makeup was next and then I went to work picking my outfit. I knew I would have to show some skin for what I planned to do. I wore a skimpy white co...tton bra, a tiny black spaghetti strap tank top that showed more of my tits than I am comfortable with, and a short brown miniskirt with small white panties underneath. The skirt was just long enough to bend over, just short enough to advertise to the men I would have to... deal with. I never dress like that, but I was desperate, about to be. Boys can sure pee for a long time. The first stream doesn’t end when a second one joins in. The corners of my mouth hurt from keeping it open so wide, but I have to give them a big target if I don’t want piss splashing against my chin, running down my neck, and soaking the collar of my rolled-up shirt. A third stream hit me in the eye before adjusting to my mouth. With subtle head movements, I guide the pee from eye to mouth like a tilting marble game. My throat can barely keep up with the rate. That proved to be unnecessary asLynn had resumed the same impartial authoritative air as before.Back in her dressing room, I started to undress by removing the belt andlaying it over the back of the chair. As before, I stripped off thejacket, skirt, and blouse, put them back on their hangers, and handed allback to Lynn. She hung everything back up, but instead of pulling out anew outfit, she turned and faced me."You have done well. I am most satisfied with your performance. Now, Ibelieve. A lanky looking black dude was lurking by one of the booths;he rubbed his bulging crotch and gave me a lusty smile as I passed byhim. I walked past three or four occupied booths until I came to myfavorite. It was near the back of the arcade and very roomy with acouple of strategically placed peepholes and a small ledge that youcould put your tokens and other stuff on.I dropped several tokens into the machine, stacked the rest on the ledgenext to my bottle of Rush, then leaned back against the.