And of course, the sofa was located directly in line of sight of the mirror and the hidden camera. I had obviously double checked the best possible vantage point and was satisfied that I had covered all the angles. Meanwhile, Fido had been trained to treat the south balcony as his own and I had been more than happy to build him a top of the range kennel which protected him from any nasty weather that might arrive. It meant that although he wasn’t allowed in the apartment, he actually had no enthusiasm to venture inside anyway. . A mutually agreeable arrangement for us both. At last, Saturday evening arrived and the buzzer downstairs sounded right on time and Emma cheerfully announced her arrival through the intercom system. I buzzed her in and a minute later, there she was standing in front of me, a little breathless and a little flushed from using the stairs rather than the lift. She was dressed casually in a yellow sweater and faded jeans. Her hair was hanging loose and was still. “Hey bitch. Look at me when I'm talking to you.” I knew Peter might admonish me for my poor manners, so I turned my head and almost immediately got hit in my open mouth with a blast of acrid piss. I spat and gasped but it kept coming. I turned my head away but he continued spraying my cheek, neck and hair. As his stream died out, he chuckled, zipped up and left the bathroom.The man behind me laughed at my situation as he grabbed my hips and pulled me tight to him. I could feel him pulsating as he filled me with his cum. He pulled and I felt my painful rectum burning. I stood up and ran to the sink to wash my hair and face. You have enough to cover the drinks now Peter said, almost kindly.After I had settled the bill Peter and I walked towards the door. He led me to his car and offered me a lift home, via his hotel. I was ashamed and tired and agreed knowing no taxi would take me in the state I was in.We didn’t get to my home. We got no further than Peter’s hotel. And I felt.
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