Not yet (watersports)

But I wasn't done yet, there was one last way I could push her even further into depravity. I had been needing to go to the bathroom for most of my shift but hadn't been allowed to take a bathroom break. Well, now she was certainly going to regret that decision.

By the time my penis had softened, she had finished coughing and was just sitting up to yell at me again "Piss off!" she yelled at me. But instead, I pissed on. Right on her face. And to my amusement, her open mouth. She quickly closed her mouth, but it was too late, the acrid taste had already coated her tongue. She shook her head in disgust further coating her face and hair with my urine. It ran down her glistening breasts, soaking her chair. She was absolutely drenched. And there weren't any showers in the building, she'd have to be driven home, stinking of piss. I turned and doused her spare clothes, just for good measure. She'd probably just make one of her aids give her their clothes, but it was worth a shot. I loved the thought of her skulking home, stewing in her piss-soaked clothes in her limousine.