I’m sorry Sir.“Get in your fucking bathroom, hurry up!” i rushed to obey, keeping my hands up since he had not told me to take them down. In the... small bathroom, he ordered into the tub, kneeling and facing way from him. He pulled the device to close the drain and i heard his zipper open, and then felt his piss on the back of my head, soaking my hair.“Turn around! Open that mouth!” he orderedi got a mouth full of his hot piss as soon as i obeyed, swallowing as much as i could of the strong. After about 10 seconds I was at the towel and you hadn't even flinched, so I positioned my hand so that i barely touched your vagina. You just let out a slight quiet gasp and grabbed the sheets. You were ready for me.I couldnt hold back anymore, the professional was gone, I needed you. Now. I moved my hand under the towel and began rubbing you. Your breathing got faster, and you started letting out quiet moans. I slid a finger into you and a loud gasp escaped your mouth. You looked at me with. His eyes traced her bodys every movement, from the bend of her knees to the tilt of her head, even the trail of beads of sweat that worked down her skin. No matter what, his gaze always ended on her smile. Instantly, he knew what she had meant when she had told him that seeing a performers enjoy what theyre doing makes watching the performance better. It went then to Sober followed halfway through by U + UR Hand. She was in control of every last muscle in her body, isolating them so only one. “I miss somethin’?” she asked, surprised at how weak her voice sounded in her own ears.“Jesus! Cat, you’re a mess!” Jake exclaimed softly, reaching down to cradle her head.“Tol’ you watt I loo like win you saw me again,” Tabatha murmured, too weak to form words right now. “You fuck me? I miss it…”“No, you didn’t miss it, Darling,” Jake grinned at her. “This is Tara’s blood. I’ve got a story to tell you later. But you need to get well, now.”“No!” Tabatha insisted, behaving more strongly than she.