After a dinner filled with laughter and chatter, my friends and I decide to have some fun with the master. The evening takes a bold turn: he starts licking our feet, then the masters, amid mischievous smiles and teasing. Suddenly, I feel an urgent need: I have to pee. Without hesitation, I position myself over him and let out a stream, aiming right at his head. Meanwhile, one of my friends, with a sly grin, fills a bowl with pee, ready to pour it over him. I urge the others to join in, to spit or pee on him, but the master says he doesnt need to go yet. We take a break and step away for half an hour, laughing among ourselves. When we return, hes still there, lying on the floor, just as we left him, like a human toilet waiting. We dive back into the game with enthusiasm: now the master and my friend feel the urge too. They pour it all over his face, holding nothing back. With a firm tone, we order him to lick the pee from our feet. He obeys, and we, satisfied, leave him there, steeped in our wild game.
