I did exactly this and saw that there was just one older man there. He stood there a bit long to be going to the toilet, so I guessed he was up for a ...bit of fun. I could see he was quite chubby, balding and probably in his mid 50s. I’ve never been too fussy, in fact usually preferring older guys, so I went and stood two urinals away from him. I made sure I stood back a bit to show myself off a bit. I undid my shorts again and pulled them and my Speedos down slightly so all my cock and balls. ”“I know that.”“So what else do you need to know?” Benny asked puzzled.Tim said, “Mr. Miller, forgive Benny. He’s not trying to hide anything. It’s just that he’s not exactly what you’d call a conversationalist. Benny is a thinker. It’s not only what he does, it’s what he is. He’s a thinker. He spends most of the time inside his own head, thinking about things. He’s a brilliant mathematician, but he’s going to school to learn mechanical and electrical engineering so that he can get into. I being the ever obedient sissy slut agreed and looked forward to seeing my two favourite cocks again that evening. When I got home I was straight to my room, out of my nasty boy clothes and laid out some possible outfits for the night. I had recently procured a a nice ensemble of lace black bra with a black thong with a pink satin design in the middle that felt exquisite on my cock. I complimented that with some black lace suspenders and black sheer pull up stockings. Over that I wore some. ’ Susan, ‘I certainly do.’ O’Hara, ‘Did you know Oscar Camulos is a leading citizen. He may have contributed to your release.’ Susan’s jaw hit the floor, ‘No. Not true. My rescuer told me he was a syndicate man.’ Policeman O’Hara put his notebook away, clicked his pen shut and dropped it in his coat pocket, ‘Ms. Slattery everything you’ve told us is certainly interesting, but nothing adds up. We have the footage of your abduction, but nothing else until you amazingly reappear at your office.’.