What kind of shit was that? In my third part of the extremities, my part-time master once again shamelessly used me. No reason: "Just a single drink ..." He got me drunk off my ass. I could hardly go straight anymore, I drank so much. And we still had to go back to the campsite! It took so long that I didn't care where I pee. But when he suddenly took out his toys, I really didn't know what was happening to me. So completely isolated, he had lured me to Wallachia and humiliated me with mouth spreader & collar to swallow his disgusting pee.