"Boy I want you to fetch a ruler for me (Thankfully I had setup in my makeshift office so all I had to do was open a drawer) Seems someone is prepared... I want you to measure that cock of yours lets see how Bitch Boy compares." Nervously I take my ruler and measure my cock, admittedly I'm vain and already know the answer but I inform Mistress of my 8.1inch cock with a little bit of a smile. "I can't remember dear how big is your little dicklette?" "About 4.5 Mistress"(I won't lie I sympathize. I wanted to know her name. I wanted to talk to her. I sighed knowing that that was never going to happen, not tonight, not with Emily here. Emily arrived back at the table with another round of Gin and Tonics and I took a big sip. Our conversation had eventually moved on from holidays. At some point, though I was unsure when it happened, the music had changed tempo and was now far more mellow and light hearted. It wasn’t as loud and we could hear ourselves think. The night was obviously drawing. Well not ONLY pleasure ... the fun part starts when she told me everything I wanted to know. After two hours, or two days. Then I will have fun with this well-shaped body. I hope that when I'm done with her she will not have too many of bruises , welts , cuts, and much more...After sitting in the kitchen for an hour and drinking a bottle of Italian red wine, holding my stiff pulsating dick in my hand, I think to myself, the job can wait until tomorrow , first I must fuck bitch , from the front,. The toilets are 50 yards away.I turn the corner, quicken my pace ever so slightly and walk past the open entrance gate, across the cream coloured tiles, turn the corner to the left. There is a six-foot wide wall that goes from floor to ceiling on my left and I'm past that in a moment and can now see fully inside.The alpha male is there at one end of the long silver urinal and as I step in I see a guy at the other end, shielded by the six-foot wall I have just walked down."Hello Faggot, come to.