His need to piss had diminished; it had primarily been brought on by the terrible tickling. And if the tickling were to start again, he imagined that his bladder would try to empty itself no matter what. He gave himself up to the maid’s cruel tease; it was heavenly. Her feather duster crept down to tease his c**k, then her hand pulled and tugged at it until he nearly emptied his sperm into the waiting toilet, and then she stopped, knowing that she wasn’t permitted to give someone else’s slave an orgasm, even if she wanted to.
Jordan was certainly one of the prime objects of the salon, but not the only one. When the maid escorted him out, the Countess’ eagle eye noticed the state of his c**k, and a warning look told him that she would punish him for being so aroused later. But then she wou
