The older woman eased herself out from under the young man, and released him from his position to lie panting on his back, his body reminding her of Michelangelo’s David as it lay spread before her. She felt a surge of affection, and leaned forward to kiss his closed eyelids gently, stroking his face. He relaxed in total happiness, still surfing mentally on the powerful jumble of strong sensations he experienced under her instruction. She got up to relieve her bladder, and returned with two bottles of water to prepare them for the remaining event she had in mind. After they had rehydrated and the young man had relieved himself as well, noting how pleasurable it was to pee after so much s****l activity. His compelling Mistress beckoned him back to sit on the bad and spoke, “Sweet boy, it’s
