" But there's a big difference between posing in underwear for her catalog and finding those same pictures on some porn site," I said.Jordan waved me ...ff. "Please, that's nothing nowadays. A single picture of your cock with a bow on it? Someone would use it as a link or avatar on a forum. It would draw attention, but by its self, it would only lead to sites of guys with really big dicks fucking girls or something."I stared at Jordan, not sure how seriously to take her. Danielle was really. Drinks. Silverware. Tartar sauce. App plates. Ranch again. Jesus, are you drinking the fucking stuff? It was twenty minutes until I realized I had left the gentleman alone without going back to take his order."Oh fuck me."You'd like that, wouldn't you."Shut up." I replied, chastising my overactive pussy.I ran back to the table and to my chagrin, he was gone. His silverware was untouched, a few sips of water taken with the crushed lemon floating in the glass. I winced, thinking how he probably. What had I gotten myself into I thought as I shyly shook my head affirmatively. “Oh yes,” Becka broke in. “And next time we can play dress up,” she demeaned, deviously designing her desire to dress me in a dirty display of drag so as to subject me further into the role of a sissy slut. “I have a little gurly friend too about your size so maybe I’ll have her come in and we can all play Barbie Dolls,” insinuating a sexual trysts of bisexual belittling in which I would be made to play with another. He continued to piss for nearly 50 seconds. He said as he finished pissing with 4 small squirts: “Thanks, I enjoyed that. I have to flush the toilet.” He pushed the handle and watch as my hand get “washed” by the jets of water, as it slide down the channel toward the drain. He said as the urinal refilled: “Touch my cock with that hand; I want to feel the water from that toilet. I wrapped my hand around the flaccid cock. He smiled and moved back and forth to wet the whole shaft. He gently slides.