Suddenly, shockingly, I lean down and grasp your jaw in a firm fingertip grip. I begin to snarl into your face - "You fucking homo. You know something... homo? Let me tell you how this is going to go. You're a little gay bitchmeat cunt who's going to do whatever I say, and take what I give you. You know why? Because you're nothing but a pair of pussy holes. I'm not gay like you, don't make the mistake of thinking I am. I'm not. I like pussy. And you've got two pussy holes for me to fuck - and I. I bit my lower lip again to keep quiet.Shift change told me that it was now past five o’clock and the release mechanisms were still solid. I could feel water dripping down my arms from the meting ice, but somehow they were still not releasing. The dripping water also reminding me that my bladder was full and straining. Finally, I could hold it no longer and waiting for a dark period between tour groups I released a heavy stream of water onto the sandy ground. Never before had peeing given me. I always left the bathroom with some girl's panties around my hard cock and a belly full of cum. It didn't matter how many times they made me cum, I never went soft the whole time. I wouldn't go soft until I went home and beat off a couple more times with the new panties. I had more than thirty pairs of silky panties of all sizes and styles before it was all over. I had little girl panties, g-strings, crotchless and granny panties, but always silky panties.My second time there I was sucked off. Once, my colleague was in his cabin and I went inside to give him some papers. He called me to his side to look into his computer. So I went and stood by his side. I took a chance and slightly bent down and unbuttoned a few buttons on my shirt without him knowing.Since I was wearing a pushup bra, my breasts were juggling and they were pushing out. I gave him a few glances of my cleavage and my nipples started getting erect.I wanted him to make a move. Meanwhile, my colleague slightly tried to.