There’s a couple of chipped sinks by the door, a series of cubicles along one side and a long, rusty urinal trough opposite it. I didn’t know if a...yone else would have been in, but I’m in luck. One man stands at the farthest end of the urinal all in black, t-shirt and pants, spikey hair and sunglasses. His dick is out, but he isn’t taking a piss. He sees me, but I keep my intentions hidden for now by standing over the sink and staring into the dirty mirror. My tank top shows off my upper body. I started off easy, but finished up giving her face a seriously hard fucking. She was drooling all around my shaft onto my heavy balls, lips and jaw stretched wide open, so I rewarded her with a couple of solid shots straight into her stomach and then painted her sweet face with cum to finish. She was so happy she could now take me, and we lay there kissing, fondling and swapping my fuck-juice as I told her how proud I was!I had established some house rules and my sluts had complied with 100%. He came and stood in front of her. Lifted the belt from her hands and flexed it in front of her a few times, looking into her eyes the entire time. Then he took her hands and slowly extended her arms to their full length, Susan’s aching shoulder-joints screaming with relief at finally being allowed to stretch.He drew her downwards, folding her arms on the floor and placing her forehead on top of them. Susan, now unable to see, heard him step softly behind her. Felt his hands grasping her. The reward was theirs. “Like this?” asked Nils, driving into her.“Yes, yes. As much as you like. Just keep going.”“No orgasm?”“Not yet. I want it. Want it badly, Nils. But not yet.” Her arse rose from the bed with each withdrawal by Nils, then fell back as he probed into her anew. Each time he gave her his full length, his grunt was echoed by her little gasp. These were the only sounds until Monique used her hands to ease him off her. “Wait,” she said. “I was very close..