She was somewhere on the wrong side of rational speech. But they appeared to work, because Russell left, taking his entourage with him, without a back...ward glance.For a while she lay there, staring dimly at the wall. She felt drowsy, lethargic, tired the way she was after a good bout of exercise. It was a good tired, and that made it worse. She'd heard that some people felt sleepy after sex, and for a moment she considered it. Sleep. Why not just drift off... Drift away, and never come back.I'm. By the time I began working the ball of her foot and her toes, she was wiggling her right foot in my lap, bumping my balls and my half hard cock several times. I continued on her toes when she took her free foot and began to rub it against my cock. She was moaning more and I was getting really turned on. She was literally feeling my cock up through my jeans with her toes. It was so hot. I then raised her foot higher and kissed her big toe, again she moaned, so taking that as encouragement, I. I'll drive you back,” he said.“ I have to pee,” I replied.Lucky for me there was a public restroom on one end of the parking lot. It even had flush toilets, sinks and toilet paper. It was dark and cool. The concrete floor smelled like the creek I had crossed. I cupped cold water (there was only cold) in my hands and threw it over my face several times, letting it drip down my neck onto my chest.There was a cracked mirror above the sinks. My face in the mirror was flushed and the pupils of my. "Start from her sissy mouth and work your way down" instructed MistressI lifted the gag to the maid's mouth and she obediently opened it, Icould see the mixed look of lust and terror on her face. I knew theemotions were vying, indeed her sissy clit was rock hard! To mysurprise the gag slipped easily down her throat without her gagging andI quickly locked it in place noticing as I did the bulb over her mouththat seemed to have some liquid in it. Mistress must have noticed myquizzical look.