Daniel would stand next to me, fully clothed, and watch as I pissed off the platform. We would watch the golden stream emerge from the slit in my tiny... hairless penis and sail to the ground thirty feet below. I would shake it, helping the final drops begin their plunge to the ground, always aware that Daniel was watching me with interest. Sometime during our play in the treehouse, I would invariably get hard and parade around with my little two inch woody sticking straight up, almost touching. Shortly after she had finished checking in Samantha Wilder, the former porn actress, had arrived. She was followed by a couple of people who had to be university professors.Then came the two black men. They were hard looking individuals, which he was ashamed to say made him think of gang leaders. He didn’t hide his reaction well enough and the look they gave him was enough to make him want to pick up the phone dial the police.An Hispanic woman arrived after them. She had skin that had been. He had bought a lot of sex toys and costumes for her. He loved dressing her in sexy revealing clothes. He took her dancing Saturday in a short silky dress that was low cut to her nipples. He would not let her wear any underwear and her dress barely covered her ass. Every guy was watching her sexy body as he danced with her. He loved showing off her tits and ass.Tonight he was taking her to a sex club. He told her he had a new outfit for her and was excited to see her in it. She heard him pull. A groan left his mouth, muffled under his mask as more fluid trickled from the tip, and with the heat grew even more intense between Bonnie’s legs. Bonnie continued to edge Clyde as he drove. His cock was rock hard as her gloved hand slowly worked. His breathing increased; the breath warm inside his pig mask as his need for her grew. He took a hand from the steering wheel and moved it to the buttons holding Bonnie’s pants closed. Eagerly he popped each one open, exposing the black leather thong.