I was caught with spit glazed central bamboo of the tent in my fist and I was humiliated to the core. My damp fist froze on my cock as we saw in each ...ther’s eyes. She whispered very quietly, asking me if she could help. I stuttered for the words and she made a quizzical sound with her throat, without taking her eyes off my flag staff and moved closer to the bed. Leaning between my legs, she began licking my cock shaft, flicking her tongue over my stretched length and cock head, slowly wrapping. I gulped and held his gaze for a minute. His eyes weren’t laughing anymore, but were rather focused on my lips. He tilted his head and gestured to the bottle in my hands again. I turned my head and cracked the seal, twisting the lid off and raising the mouth of the bottle to my lips. I felt awkward guzzling down the water as an incredibly sexy man traced the curve of my neck with his eyes, but I couldn’t stop. Before I knew it, the bottle was empty and I was lowering it while twisting the lid. He then shifted to her other leg and tugged it forcefully towards the outer length of pipes on that side, forcing her to spread her legs wide as her ankles were bound to the menacing apparatus.He stepped back to view his handiwork as the scantily-clad young woman tugged at the restraints around her wrists, hips, and ankles. She was stretched out, spread-eagled, her limbs drawn wide apart, with only a skimpy bra and delicate thong panties covering her modesty. He could feel his cock begin to. Finally I made it to the toilet and struggled to undo my belt and undo my fly and felt the flush of warm urine flow through my penis and as I finally opened my fly the urine showered the urinal, but not before soaking my dark blue jeans, now darker blue around the crotch area. As I struggled to make my way out of the toilet with the floor soaking wet with other people’s piss on it, I was met by one of the pubs barmaids who immediately spotted my wet patch. “Quick” she said, “come with me I have.