And I mean everywhere. She got it all soaked in her dress, in her shoes, some even ended up in her fucking hair somehow. Everything was ruined.Once I ...saw that she stopped vomiting, I went over to her to see the horrors that have unfolded. She looked over at me and just started silently weeping. Mascara started running down her face.“Just take me home Jason ... I just want to go home.”“How about I take you into the main house. I’m sure they have a bathroom where you can get cleaned up.”“No. I watched her dark nipples set against her pale flesh convulse almost independently of the rest of her body.She took one final deep breath and held it. She pulled my face in so hard I had to open my mouth just to breathe.With a scream that would have deafened me had her thighs also not clamped shut over my ears, holding my head solidly in place, her pussy lips dilated, quivered briefly and she unleashed her torrents.My mouth held fixed over her pussy, filled almost instantly with her hot. For some reason I couldn't, and my face turned back to the woman across from me. "Thank you Madam." Though I was sure she be half-crazed especially after a story like that.She smiled softly, "Your very welcome sir."I understood her words but did not really understand her meaning. I was also in no mood to be preached. Instead I stood and folded down my bench and then crawled upon it to feign sleep, anxious to again be alone with my thoughts. Instead I replayed the lady's story over and over. She began to quickly turn her head to grab glimpses of me as I sat. I could tell she was talking to the cooks and the subject was me. That was also unsettling. I got more nervous, shy, stuff like that, renewing the fact I was all skin.Eventually I just kept my head down looking at my food while actually feeling her interest surround me like a personal energy that wouldn’t go away.She was different than anybody I’d ever experienced, a total understatement. I surely didn’t want her to see my.