It is then she notices there is no handle on the door. No way to seal it from his eyes or his actions. With a whimper she moves to the toilet sittin... down on the cold seat there. He says nothing but when she peaks up she can see his eyes on her. He watches as she sits there waiting for her to do as he instructed. He moves in from the stairs to the doorway watching her up close now. Soon he gets his way as her bladder wins out against her shame. The sound of her relief is heard thru out the. Yes. That's right. I'd beat off. One day, in mid-summer, my girlfriend decided to do some ironing while I watched some kind of sporting event on TV. Which was fine. What wasn't was the fact she was wearing an old white tank top that seemed several sizes too small. And to top that off, she was ironing without any bra. I tried to watch my game, but my eyes kept going back to her firm C cups gently swaying back and forth as she ran that old iron gently back and forth. And so my eyes kept going. I stayed there, accepted this and swallowed."This is great," Sandy said. "I can't believe I used to do things for you! And you're such a sissy and always was!" Her pee stream slowed as she spoke but I stayed there and a few more spurts came out and wet me. My face was dripping wet with her pee, some of it on my hair as well. The deep humiliation of the situation actually excited me. I could feel my 'clitty' getting harder. She could see that and moved one of her feet over between my legs. I. Now all he had to do was find her.It had taken him ten minutes to get Millie settled down enough to talk straight. Then, when he asked to talk to her sister, the girl was nowhere to be found. She seemed to have flown the coop. Not only that, her suitcase was gone with her. That got Millie going again about how her parents would never forgive her if her baby sister came to harm and about how he had to find her. He wasn’t sure if he was doing a rape investigation, or a missing persons.