Lust At First Sight IX

"You're welcome," I said.

She wiggled her hips back and forth and whimpered. "I ALMOST came, honey! How could you be so mean?"

He slapped her on the ass and said, "Awww, poor honey," then pulled out of her and sat back on the bench, cock hanging out of his pants. I figured she would go clean his cock off with her mouth, but she didn't, I guess because that wasn't part of the deal. "Oh man, I swear I have to pee even worse now!" she announced, put the bowl back up on the table, hopped up, facing us again, and squatted again. This time, John's cum was dripping out of her pussy and down the insides of her thighs as she started peeing. She was more careful, and held the bowl closer and at an angle as she started, and avoided splashing at all. As she neared the top, she slowed with visible effort, and then stopped with a groan.

"Am I ever going to be allowed to finish peeing?" she asked pitifully.

I didn't answer her, but pulled a chair up to the table where she was squatting, moved the bo