I moaned, and she gripped it more tightly as she stroked it. “Oh God,” I said, and my breathing became more ragged. “Do you want me to stop?” ...she asked. “Oh, Jesus no,” I said. “That feels so good…..and….I’m….oh fuck…..I’m gonna cum. Oh shit….oh, Jesus…….oh……oh……AGGGGGGGGGH” I could feel my cum spurt and it just kept spurting and spurting, as she slowed her hand, and milked the last few drops out onto the concrete. She released it then, as it began to go limp, and picking up her towel, wiped. What choice did I have?I released the hold I had placed on my bladder, and at first nothing happened. Eventually, I could feel the passage way opening up, and ah... , here it came. My piss forcefully surged up my hard cock and splashed onto my belly. I controlled it so it would not get onto my face. Holding back just enough pressure to get the satisfaction of release, while at the same time controlling the flow.I admired my hard 8 inches as my piss flowed from it. It is not an angle one sees. When it was time for the meeting, the projection TV screen came on and we could see the main players at corporate. There was Charles Gillford, CEO, at the head of the table with Paul Howard, COO, on his right, and Gail Mumford, CFO, on his left. Randy Traynor was to Gail's left and Christie Nichols to Paul's right. I wondered why Christie was there. I also saw Ex-Lt. James Dooley at the table too. I didn't know the rest of the people at the table, but assumed they were corporate people.Charles. You scurry over to the couch, sitting down and immediately putting your head in my lap facing away from me. “On your back.” I demand. You readjust in my lap so you're looking up at me, hard nipples and shaved pussy exposed. I take my free hand, start drawing circles around your nipples and begin my questioning. “Have you done your laundry this week?” Your eyes immediately dart to the pile of clothes on the chair at the dining room table. Trying to avoid my gaze you sheepishly reply “No Sir”. I.