"Whatever it takes. I'm never getting fucked again." What about you, Kip?" she asks.I'm busy buttering toast. I cannot get enough of butter."I don't k...now," I say. "I've seen guys win in a lot of different ways. Ithink my plan is to stay out of the way, stay quiet, let the others sorteach other out. Then at the end, I'll figure out how to win."That really is my plan. Guys pretty much take two paths to get a win. Ifthey take the macho way, they overpower their competitors, force theminto. I don’t want some poor man to get punched in the face for poking your ass inappropriately. Your masseuse will be very disappointed though.I gave an unconcerned look at my friend (as a reply) and went to take a piss. The washroom was connected with the ‘Staff only’ room and while walking towards the toilet, I heard a cunning plan being discussed.One male person: Remember, just add half a teaspoon of this or else she’ll be sleeping for more than an hour.Another male person: Okay, I got it.. Once I checked in I went into work to say hello and ask my boss if I could have another week off. He told me no problems, whilst at the bank I organised a new bank account in my name only. I then transfered half our joint savings across to my account and ensured all future pay would go to my new account. I felt a bit better as I now had walking around money and also enough for any unexpected costs that would arise.I then went back to the hotel and tried Sandman again but no luck. I decided to. I swallowed as much as I could. By now my tummy was full of urine and semen and my bladder close to bursting. I tried to beg them to let me go potty but all that came out was babble. Finally I could hold it back no longer and released a stream of urine which flooded up over my chest and stomach. Some of the urine even came out of the hole the needle had made in my penis. John laughed at the sight of me soiling myself. He said, ?Sissy’s little peewee is leaking now. Sissy will have to sit.