The feeling was heaven. My eyes were squeezed tightly shut and my knees turned to jelly.“He withdrew from my prick and asked (rather stupidly) “Is...that good?” Once again I simply mumbled and nodded my head. “Perhaps we ought to go into the cubicle in case someone comes in” he suggested and still holding on to my prick, he led me into the middle of the three cubicles pushing my in and bolting the door after us.He sat down on the toilet and pulled me towards him. Taking my prick into his mouth,. You look at me questioning with your eyes, as you clutch the ruler, take the box and open it saying.?This was made for only you. This is what she stole.? I see the fury in your eyes, as you look to the box then to the woman, she sees it too. You grasp the box and shaking takes the collar from the box, it was to be one of a kind yours, you had earned it, You look at her as you grasp the ruler harder in your fingers. No one else deserved it was a special gift that no one could hope to earn. You. Returning to the sofa, Maggie once more sat beside her friend and clasped her hand. Words were not needed to bestow her concern, they were too close for words to be the only form of communication. They had been friends since the age of 5, and at 16 they were closer than ever.The music seemed to have the desired calming effect and it wasn't long before Sheila spoke. However, the two words that her friend uttered sent a chill up her spine and caused her heart to speed up.Sheila buried her face in. ”“What?”“Nothing.”“Where’s Chuck?”It wasn’t until mid-afternoon of the next day when Gary and Chuck returned to the house. The two men walked in the door trying to act casual, but they weren’t very convincing. One look at Betsy and they both knew she was a little irate. Rather than rushing to hug Chuck, she had stood there looking at the two men with an expression that could have curdled milk.Betsy glared over at Gary. He looked over at a chair as if he noticed something interesting about it..