Urinals don’t have hands – why should I get to use mine when I’m being treated as one? I imagine it’s this fact that inspired Bruce to make up this new rule. Or perhaps it’s simply for the joy of seeing me struggle to keep my mouth below his salty stream as it drifts around randomly?
Because you see, he’s not using his hands either in this one! His dick is free to roam, spraying my freshly potted plants, the bedsheets, the clean dishes… all my fault really, as it should all have ended up in my stomach where it belongs.
– Morgan xx
