I should not have worried. Each woman squatted and pissed on me. My hair was soaked and the pee was dripping off my boobs and my chin. I knew they won...ered if I was kinky enough to drink it. I'd been doing that since I was six years old with my sister. That was the easiest weird thing I did all night! I would get some in my mouth, roll it around like it was champagne, and make a show of gagging and spitting. If you were there watching, I think you might have been upset, but I enjoy being a. He was a sorry-looking individual. Wearing the traditional porter uniform, well-worn and shiny with too many trips to the dry cleaner, he adorned its shoulders with copious dandruff from his receding hair. He was in his forties, meek, had an air of indifference, and was by no means the hotel's prime asset. A loser one would ungratiously say. Susan asked him if she could have the dress pressed, the one she intended to wear to the wedding. This would be OK - " just ring reception when it is. But I knew the danger of having a very close relation with the lady in your sexual fantasy. So I slowly started to keep away from her. For that I even started to have the company of the bitches, yes spending a good money. She noticed the change and started to worry if there is anything wrong with me. She tried to discuss it with me several times but I always kept a distance. She knew that something was wrong and there was a pause in our relationship.Then came the annual pleasure trip. As usual,. " andtakes off his shirt and shoes and falls onto the bed.His size makes the bed squeal loudly when he lands."They got a nice pool. Can I go for a swim?" I ask trying to getout of the room as soon as I can.I turn to see him looking at himself scratching his hairy chestwhile the top of his balding head shines back at me."Huh, if your sure that's what you want. I saw some kids out thereby the pool they were younger, cute though. I saw this boy out there, Iwas thinking maybe I'd see if he wanted.