"Yes Master." you moan.Without warning, I insert three fingers deep inside your pussy, and begin my assault on your poor little clit. I am merciless: ...inching, twisting, milking your slick, little boatman for all it is worth.Suddenly, your back arches as waves of pleasure begin to set your pussy on fire."That's a good slave. Enjoy your cum. Yes. Enjoy what I'm doing to your poor little clit. And get ready. Because now, I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before." No Master.. After what seemed about ten minutes I heard footsteps approaching and these two men came in. There was only room for one of them at the urinal, so the other one stood back. The guy at the urinal ( about 50 years of age) urinated and then stood on without putting his cock away. I had my cock hid by my hands. I had learnt that when men stand on after urinating it is a perfect sign that they are looking for cock fun. I took the plunge and slowly exposed my hard cock to where he could see it. I saw. They said he looked quiet and reserved which was so unlike him. Though he hadn’t wanted to, they had forced him into coming to the pub with them to have a good time and forget about whatever problems he wasn’t ready to talk about. Now here he was. With his problem right across the room. Fuck! “Hey Damon, do you know that guy over there?” Matt asked Damon. “He’s been staring at you all evening.”Damon turned to look and froze when he saw Tristan. Shit! “Yeah, his father is my business partner.”. With my cock still straining againstmy jeans, I got out of the car and headed into the men's restroom. The onlystall occupied was the one at the far end, the one which had a glory holecut into it. No one else was in the room.I headed into the stall directly adjacent to the last stall. As soon as Ihad the door locked behind me, a finger protruded from the hole, wagging atme. The guy on the other side was definitely there to suck cock. Iunbuttoned my pants and let them fall to my ankles. I.