Option three...

You look down at your groin, realizing that, despite the unexpected nature of this situation and the feelings of guilt, your arousal does not diminish. In fact, the thought of selling your body for material gain only fuels your desire. You decide to go through with it, not caring about the consequences, only about the reward.

As Bartolo's hand continues to stroke your lips, you feel the heat of his touch seeping into your chest and setting your heart ablaze. You stand up abruptly, towering over the merchant, an unfamiliar sense of power and dominance coursing through your veins.

"Very well," you declare, your voice thick with lust. "But I won't be the one kneeling. Follow me."

Without waiting for an answer, you turn around and walk out of the filthy toilet, unable to contain the smirk that spreads across your lips as you anticipate the devilish pleasure that awaits you both.

Once you reach a cleaner spot in the ferryboat, you lead Bartolo along, while maintaining some level of control.

"Now," you say, your hands running down your torso as you undo the buttons on your shirt, "... let's see what you've brought me."

Bartolo's eyes dilate with anticipation as he presents you with a small case containing a dildo, lube, and a set of gloves. "I had a feeling you might prefer something like this," he smirks, his voice low and sultry.

You take the case from his hands, your fingertips brushing against his as the contact sends a jolt of arousal through your body. "You read me well," you reply, your voice dripping with lust.

Taking control, you strip down to nothing but a pair of tight panties, revealing your soft sissy frame to the merchant. The sight of your girlish body causes Bartolo's cock to twitch, a visible sign of his excitement.

"Now," you say, lifting an eyebrow and meeting his gaze with a mixture of dominance and hunger, "... it's your turn."

Bartolo follows your command, quickly stripping down to reveal his own toned body, his cock standing tall and firm between his legs. You can't help but admire the size and shape of it, your own arousal growing even further at the sight.

"On your knees," you command, your voice firm but tinged with a hint of excitement.

Bartolo obeys without hesitation, positioning himself before you, his eyes locked onto your growing erection. "I'm ready whenever you are," he says, his voice thick with anticipation.

You step closer to him, your dicket begging for attention as you run your hand through his hair, pulling his head towards you. "Then suck it," you order harshly, your other hand guiding your small organ towards his waiting mouth.

Bartolo doesn't hesitate, his lips wrapping around your shaft with expertise, causing a pleasurable jolt to shoot through your body. You brace yourself against the alley wall, your grip tightening on the back of his head as pleasure washes over you.

"That's it," you moan, your hips moving ever so slightly as Bartolo's mouth works its magic on your pitiful organ. "Suck it harder…"

Bartolo takes your command to heart, increasing the intensity of his oral ministrations. Your dicklet throbs in his mouth, the sensation too intense to bear for much longer.

"I'm close," you warn, your hands grabbing in his hair, pulling his head back and forth on your shaft. "Swallow my cum."

With that command, you release your load, your cum spurting into Bartolo's mouth as he swallows hungrily, each spurt bringing a satisfied grunt from him. Once you have finished, you push him away, gasping for air as you clutch at your obliterated desire.