Now I bind his legs apart and insert a tube in his mouth and tell him to start drinking. I pour his morning piss that is quite cold now into the funn...l leading to the tube in his mouth. Then I add some of my warm piss before filling him with more water in his belly. He should be nice and full for some time. I turn on the cold shower to start cleaning him up. He shrieks from the cold and his cock completely shrinks as well as his balls start to hide from me, until I grab them and add a. Not a masseuse, but a client. I had seen a man go through the cycle of arousal, orgasm and recovery three times when I last visited the place. Would seeing a woman being masturbated be as hot? I had to know. I thought it might, because despite my enjoyment at seeing James cum and cum, I knew I was basically heterosexual. Women were my thing. And I have always loved to see pornos of naked women jilling themselves to an orgasm. But if her attendant was a male, would I be aroused or repelled by. But obviously judging by the two aggravated women vigorously rubbing their hands together, that was not warm enough, “If you wanted to be equipped for harsh weather conditions, perhaps you should’ve insulated your suit better. Or simply just wore more.”“Typical human-male, telling a woman how she should dress. On Thanagar, Thanagarian men don’t criticism Thanagarian women for their choice of clothing,” replies Hawkgirl, but Bruce shakes his head while chuckling before asking, “You do understand. Knowing she would still be at work, I walked the short distance to her house and then made my way to the back alley. Sure enough, the window was open. I pushed my backpack in and then climbed through myself, into the kitchen. The house smelled like candles; definitely a woman’s home. I opened up my pack and slipped on the rubber dishwashing gloves. I wasn’t overly worried about fingerprints because I was going to make sure the house didn’t look like a crime scene, but I was going to be.