#57489 - The cold November air bit into my open wounds, both in my mouth and around my poor bruised hole, and I suddenly felt the need to pee, “Sir, please may I go to the toilet?” I asked “What do you need to do?” he asked kindly “I need to pee” I said, hopping from one foot to the other. Perhaps you could bring his pyjamas as his soiled clothes are not ideal for someone with a new wound to his mouth, and damage to his anus. He seemed to stop and think for a moment, “Ah my toilet is blocked and I was going to sort it out before your Mum phoned me, we’ll have to get rid of it another way!” He grinned “you’ll love it I know” We were in the kitchen by then and he stopped me, lifted me onto the kitchen table and opened his mouth, pulling me towards him! He took my willie into his mouth and said, round his mouthful of willie, “OK pee away I’ll catch it in my mouth!” he told me.