We entered and faced each other standing next to the bath tub. It was a standard white bath tub surrounded by shampoo bottles, face clothes, soap etc.... We stepped inside. Standing up inside the tub we kissed some more. Do you want to do this? she asked. Yes, I replied. I was excited. This was very kinky. I could feel my cock hardening. She pulled my right leg slightly forward. That's where she was going to pee. She arched her back slightly pushing her hips forward. She made her self as tall as. I unzipped my pants, and fished my hardened member out, letting her rub it with her foot. “Touch yourself, put one hand under your skirt and touch your pussy, I want to see you cum” I told her. “I won’t touch your pussy, we aren’t going to fuck, not here. I want you to feel free about it if and when it happens. Can I kiss you?” I asked. She nodded, a slight motion of her head. I leaned across the console, giving her a gentle kiss initially, nibbling on her lips, then slowly parting them with. . Ahhh don't stop..." The mistress groaned and moaned with pleasure, rocking back and forth on top of her victim's tongue. "You're hungry for my cum, aren't you hm... Keep this up and I'll cum all over you- ahhh yeah..."She carried on licking even more stronger and faster now. I dare say she was even getting turned on by it all."Oh fuck- here it comes- oh shit! oooh shit! AHHHHH FUCK YEAH!!!" The mistress screamed as her clear juice flowed out of her reddened pussy like water flowing from the. Angie was in absolute shock; she hardly recognised the person in thepictures on the cell-phone but having been told the pictures were of Mikethere was no mistaking that it was him. It was Mike dressed in drag, andhe was fellating a man whose face was never in shot. Angie knew thatMike had been severely traumatised the last time he was in Chelmsfordprison, and that it was not just caused by the five years of hard time,but she never would have guessed why; she now though she knew.Then she her.