She turned so her ass was facing the urinal, and squatted over and started peeing into it.The guy she had pushed looked furious, and stepped right in ...ront of her. “just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asked. “the ladies’ room had a line halfway to boulder” she said. It was obvious that she was a little drunk, and she didn’t seem bothered in the slightest that 7 guys were watching her piss in a urinal, with one guy directly in front of her.Well big flannel guy still seemed pretty. I am creaming and quivering in ecstasy on the thick pole. I cry out loudly, THANK GOD I AM A WOMAN! With brute strength he flips me around and I am facing him, but still wrapped in his thick arms in mid air. I wrap my arms around his neck to hang on for dear life, knowing my widened thighs are about to get knifed into. He again forces my perfect, delicate face across his rough, whiskery mop. The brillo pad beard rubs my face raw and red with pain and pleasure. Fortunately for me, I have. They had plenty of outside shots to do anyway. However I did pop in to see them one day so that they could make sure my costumes fitted OK, and they did, albeit rather snugly. After five days of applying the cream, abstinence from vaginal sex and masturbating, my fanny finally healed. I didn't go completely without sexual pleasure of course, that would be too much to ask. During those seemingly endless days that my pussy was off limits, I made efficient use of the Hoover handle, at one point,. Somehow I did the job and home that made me sick and I got sick for a couple of days. I said that was enough, not the first job. So I did it. There was also a recent boyfriend / fuck buddy I saw a couple of times a week. When I was hired we did not see 20 full days. So 20 days without sex, no touch, no kiss, no matter. It's just a total shock to my body.That day has come as well, just to get away from it all, from work and commitment. I needed rest and how I say active vacation. Under active.