Yes. That was what this was all about. That he had to obey. Only then would he be able to cum. And there was nothing he wanted more at that moment tha...n to finally find release. He increased the pressure on his cock, increased the pace, and yet... he just couldn't come."No... I... am... Batman!" he growled as he jerked off, aware that someone was about to manipulate his mind. A small part of him started to fight it.Tried to take his hand off his cock.Tried to stop staring at those tits.Tried to. After about a minute of this simulation, I could once again feel the ecstasy rising in my loins. This time, however, it was not checked, and I began to voice the joy. Soon my seed rose in an explosion of sensory experience, and she caught my semen in her mouth, sensually swallowing every bit of it."That taste makes me horny," she said. "As if I wasn't already. Step into my house, will you?" and she opened a battered brown door off the alley.We stepped into a clean but dingy house, she still. Jeremy grabbed his camera and ran to the van to photograph each woman as she stepped off the van. The last one was the biggest surprise as Barbara stepped off sporting a totally new look. Pastor George arrived as the women were exiting the van. ‘Your excitement is showing’ Louise said to her husband, as she looked at the bulge in his pants. They all gathered around the hors d’oeuvres to plan the evening’s strategy. The deacon’s arrived on time and they were each introduced to Barbara and. I realized that the gentlemanly thing to do would have been to give her the bottle and let her go first, but... well, I had to admit that I wanted her to piss her shorts right there in the back seat. I didn't care whether she pissed all over the seat or not; I just wanted to watch that wet spot blossom and grow all across the crotch of her shorts, and think about it flowing down her buttocks until she was sitting in a nice warm puddle of her own urine, her panties clinging stickily to her pussy.