Mistress Emiko, feeling proud of her malevolent pee bong device, decided to invite some close friends over. Aoto, with his jaw aching from gripping the tip of the evil pee bong for hours, caught sight of the other mistresses’ feet as they entered, and heard their mocking laughter at the size of his manhood through his repulsive white briefs. The middle-aged banker became aroused by the constant humiliation, but grew anxious as he worried that Mistress Emiko still had more of her vile pee left to give. The three mistresses closed in on him, each holding a tube connected to their genitals. Aoto recognized the familiar, pungent aroma of fresh urine as the women emptied their bladders into the thick, clear tubes. The golden liquid flowed smoothly down the tubes, accumulating in a large orb just a few inches from his face. The fluid began to froth and bubble as it drained into Aoto’s mouth and down his sore, itchy throat, filled with thick mucus and stale urine.