A few days later I was again walking home and went into another loo near home. I had read stories about this loo on the wall of the other one and lots...of messages said it was always full of old gits and no fun so that sounded safe to me so in I went.It had a row of 5 urinals followed by 3 cubicles. There was no one there so I went into the middle cubicle which had the most stories. It was getting dark and it was a very warm night so I took off all my clothes and started to have a slow wank. I. Dirk stood six foot four. He was lean and muscular, with short-clipped blond hair, numerous tattoos covering his arms and chest, and a large man tool.“I stopped letting him fuck me months ago,” she continued, “Sometimes I’ll let him lick my lover’s cum from my pussy, but only if he’s been a ‘good little sissy.’”My wife turned to Dirk and used both hands to cradle his manhood, swinging it in my direction.“It’s beautiful, isn’t it. This is what a real man’s cock looks like, sissy boy. And it goes. I lookedout of the corner of my eye towards the sofa and saw him give a quietnod. Miss Stevens continued: "A group of 6 white males, members of whichhad previously been responsible for most of the racially aggravatedharassment, physically assaulted Hannah. Several sexually harassed her,but were thankfully prevented from going any further by Marcus'intervention."I realised I was hanging on Miss Stevens' every word. This whole eventsounded very much like some of the typical behaviour I'd been. The three of us went through the door and shot the only guard we saw as he turned and looked at us. Three rounds to the head made a real mess. He fell to the ground with a loud thump and we heard someone yell out "Fred what did you do now?" the door on the left opened and the guy coming out only had time to reach up and feel the cut across his throat as blood poured out. He did turn and look at us as he too fell to the ground but somewhat quieter as Dove helped him to the ground cleaning her.