Not yet anyway. Can I get you something?”“No thank you. I was just finishing up.”“Are we up and running?”Mike nodded. “We’re good.” He...detailed what he had done and had Jack sign for the service, and then finished with, “Time to go girls. Sorry to have bothered you, Mister Culverin.”“Pretty girls are never a bother. It was nice meeting you all.”Tamara hopped down off her barstool. “Thank you, Mister Culverin.”“Thank you,” chimed in Samantha.“It was very nice meeting you.” He reached across the. .Well I was using the bathroom when someone walked in which was weird since I thought I was the only female in the place, so I casually walked out of the stall and I went to wash my hands, but I could see a guy peeing in the mirror! I could see his tiny asian penis which I couldn't help but laugh at because it reminded me of your cute shriveled penis. He got really mad and he pushed me in to this stall and he continued to pee all over my face and mouth, but I just let his pee fill my mouth. And I mean it."She stared at him. He thought she was about to say, "That's crazy," or some such thing.What she said was, "My God. I wish somebody loved me like that." The next day, Charlie went to see the doctor. He was given a questionnaire, and checked almost all of the symptoms: trouble sleeping, difficulty with routine tasks, obsessive thoughts, missed work, loss of interest in hobbies, thoughts of suicide, and all the rest. The doctor looked it over, asked him a few questions, then wrote a. "She eased her hand down to my cock again, slipping inside my shorts, deliberately stroking it. "One night, he was insatiable. He came in my ass twice, but kept going. He fucked me raw, until I had to ask him to stop. He was still hard as a rock, and he turned me over and fucked my pussy. No preliminaries, he just stuck it in and fucked me senseless. I must have come a dozen times for him. After that, sex was no longer an issue. I was his, any hole, any time. The very next day he asked me to.