Just today I popped in to take care of business to find a man standing in front of the mirror watching himself stroke his own bottom. Not in a brushing off fluff sort of way but in a slow, sensual caressing sort of way. He was unashamed and continued to do it for a good thirty seconds until I locked myself in one of the cubicles. I was only doing a number one, but I was a bit scared and the inch of solid wood between us made me feel safer.
When I left the safety of the cubicle, he was gone. However when I emerged into the corridor, I saw the same man in the kitchenette across the corridor drinking water from a plastic cup. Was he doing it in a conventional way, I hear you ask. Nooooooo. He was pouring the water into his mouth from a great height.
Location:Watermill Close,,United Kingdom
