The concrete was scorching and abrasive, just as they preferred. They playfully stripped their instructor, exposing his small manhood, and began to relieve themselves eagerly on his face, ensuring that he received every drop of their tangy excretions. They took pleasure in dominating men in this manner, and enjoyed proving to men that they were not truly men, but rather, mere human toilets for these wicked vixens. With his movements restricted, the instructor had no choice but to endure the onslaught of pungent urine from these unhygienic sources. His mouth was occupied with dirty, sweaty socks, while a vixen tugged mercilessly on his manhood. Was this to be his existence from now on?