It felt so good as I would rub the tip and go down to the base and back up. I was in there enjoying myself for maybe five minutes when all of a sudden... a hand comes underneath the stall. A white hand.As I was not at all familiar with cruising (look it up), I had no idea what was going on. I thought what an idiot to have sat in there this whole time and just realize you do not have any toilet paper. But he wasn’t just holding his hand there, he was motioning me over. It took longer than I care. I started to feel wet in myvagina as my humiliation played out."Don't spit it out you sissy. I know who and what you are. You are mylittle sex toy for whatever I want whenever I want." he then laughed asI gagged trying to swallow the mouthful of cum. "That was good baby, butyou need practice. And I am sure to give you that." He left me feelingused and powerless. He knows about me!?August 21Today is the day of my date with Rob. I haven't see Kevin sinceWednesday, thank God. My "mom" came in and. Now, that's not unusual, as anyone who is a male (or knows one) can attest. But the circumstances meant that I was a) more conscious of it than usual, b) I would have to traverse their living room to get to the hall bathroom for my morning shower, while c) they were both evidently already awake -- I could hear voices outside, probably from the kitchen or dining area. Normally, I'm an early riser, but, without the obligation of an alarm clock, I discovered I'd slept almost to 8 am.I stretched. If you lie enough times, you start to lose track of which one you are telling.I had a handicap, as well. Women remembered me. They remembered me much better than men did. As much as I would like to be forgettable, or even invisible, they remembered me. A friend of mine at CSIS said it was because I looked something like Valery Putin, while another claimed I resembled a young Yul Brynner with hair. It wasn't good news. I was a bit too memorable for my liking.I'm five foot ten inches tall, and.