Boy was Harvey endowed!“Mr Spellman, you’ve got a very large penis!” exclaimed James.“Don’t insult it James, this is a huge humongous cock, ...ready to teach you a life lesson, and I must add, while you take this lessons, I’m not Mr Spellman, call me Master Harvey”“Yes Master Harvey, we are your humble pupils”, replied James blushing. Orwell had just decided not to say anything to ruin the moment. He felt like he was in cloud nine with Harvey’s hand on his stiff dick.“Before we go on, there is. Miss Misty took a spoon and scooped it all slowly into a littlewhite bottle until it was about half way full. Then she left.Once the door was closed Danielle started laughing as she put my clothesfor the day down on my bed. She said, "Oh my god sissy you better be agood girl for me today or you are gonna be so sorry." I nodded my headand looked at her. Today Miss Danielle was wearing tight blue jean shortsand a white tank with her bra straps showing and flip-flops. Her nailswere painted. At first I got a lot of attention, as happens for new profiles, but all of them were either fantasists, versatile, or pic collectors. After a few weeks I almost gave up, when a simple message appeared.“Faggot: If you are genuine send me your mobile number. If not: fuck off!”I looked at the senders profile. It was minimal, with no pics and few words, but for some reason felt genuine. He’d been on the site for a few years, and had a few validations. I’d always been careful and hesitant before. It was morning and I had been this way all night. I was beyond being cramped. I was numb. I was cold. I was lonely. I was hard.Even through this, I still woke up with a morning pee hard-on.The pressure was indeed intolerable. I could not reach the buzzer. I began to think they had done that on purpose. What choice did I have?I released the hold I had placed on my bladder, and at first nothing happened. Eventually, I could feel the passage way opening up, and ah... , here it came. My piss.