He unzips his pants as she leans back and give him a kiss. He smells the alcohol on her breath as he pulls his cock from his tight jeans. “How much ...have you had tonight?” he asks. He slides his erection between her legs and along her slit.“Enough to know that you haven’t answered my question yet,” she replies.“I don’t think you are,” he replies as his prick aches to enter her.“I don’t think I am either,” she coos with a slur from the alcohol.Luke starts to slide it back and forth as she begins. He looked hot and thirsty so I asked him if he wanted something to drink and he said yes. I pointed to my cock and said he could drink my piss. At first he said no, then I reminded him that he had to do what ever I told him to do, and that this would be the only liquid he would drink for the day. He raised his face up and took my cock in his mouth. I let the piss flow, which was a lot. He drank it down and didn’t waste a drop. My cock was still rock hard after I finished pissing. I told him. ”“I thought they might, despite my orders,” Tivark nodded.“It has been an honour, sir.” Lont finished with a full salute.“It has indeed.”“We cannot stop them!” Clinnor gasped as, despite the massive volleys the Battlesphere was throwing at the fast approaching Regnats, not enough of them were being destroyed and the speed at which the two enemies were approaching meant, despite AI assistance, the focussing was often off and a hit did not cause the normal amount of damage to the ablative armour. So when Carl walked into second period French still stiff as a board, I wasn't surprised when he admitted he needed relief.Well, maybe I was a little surprised. I mean, to have to masturbate, right there in front of the whole class - I mean, I'd absolutely die! I'm glad girls don't have the same problem boys do with prolonged arousal!I was in a total swivet, I can tell you. There's my heart-throb up there, blushing like a fire engine, stroking his dick. I was dying for him, while I was.