You don't stop but this shock reduces your flow and you just keet dribbling into your pull-up as you blurt out, "just a water", feeling your cheeks redden. He lingers, his eyes fixed on you, "anything else?", and that's when you realise you're not just wet from pee.

Your heart races, but you feel it's beat pulsing through your clit. Yes of course you're soaked in piss, by now your arsecheeks are sodden, all warm and sticky, you feel the weight of your pull-up hanging between your legs. You can feel though that your pussy is so swollen, the wetness between your lips is viscous arousal, it takes all your willpower not to reach a hand between your legs and rub yourself, you're absolutely ravenous. 

 You grin at the barman, suddenly so attracted to him as he presents your water. It's confusing, shocking even that feeling humiliated like this turns you on so much. You bite your lip and hurriedly thanked him, only then realising that you've got so carried away with yourself a rivulet of pee is trickling down the inside of your thigh.

You return to the table, scared to take a seat and squish the mess between your legs. You sit delicately, turning to your boyfriend, leaning in, whispering to him, "I need you to take me home, I need to be fucked hard...daddy...right now!"