"So I opened my mouth and the piss squirted in. I just had to gulp it down. It tasted salty, I had forgotten the taste. I could see that the woman abo...ve me was only crouching over the toilet seat. When the flow of piss stopped she sat down properly and looked down at my face once more and spoke (in French)"Lick me now to orgasm, or I shall shit on you."My face was tickled by her pubic hair. I pushed my tongue up and into her cunt and penetrated her vagina. It felt smooth and tight. The woman. I turned around in my seat to face him full on and slowly pulled his shorts down over this massive bulge. His cock sprang to life and pointed skyward. It was huge, it must have been almost 8 inches long and thick like a tree trunk. And it was cut, just like my own. I immediately got this slightly sweaty, musty smell which made my own cock push against my new panties. Intrigued and horny I cupped his heavy balls with my left hand while my right went straight for the shaft. He let out a long. I would quite often stay bent over for longer periods than needed when no one was around to allow him to get a better view of my assets.I thought it was a harmless bit of fun, and I wasn't hurting anyone as he didn't have to look if he didn't want to.Things changed halfway through the day as I noticed Paul would keep sending my son off to the far end of the garden to collect things so he could follow me into the kitchen and get me on my own for a while, first he just rubbed his hand or arm. I had chosen not to wear a bra that day, hoping that a thin blouse, barely covered by an open blazer, a relatively short skirt, and five inch heels might help convince the senator to vote my client’s way.“Thank you for seeing me, senator. I’m Vanessa.” I held out the cup carrier I was holding and said, “I brought coffee for us, but I’m afraid it got cold while I waited outside.”He chuckled, took the cup carrier from me, placed it on the credenza to his right, and – still staring at the nipple.