I visited this masked member in his hotel room in Duisburg. With only a gown over the sexy lace underwear, sheer nylons and black sandals with a high platform on my feet, I led him as a judge into the bathroom on a leash. There the masked wanker got what he deserved: Instead of cold champagne from the glass, there was my delicious, warm nectar straight from the source. Exactly: I peed on the pathetic, masked slave worm in the tub. Would you like to try it too?