I wondered what it would feel like, having something stick in my ass like that.I went back to my room, looking for any object that I could use to fuck...myself to see what it felt like and I finally found an old bottle that seemed to be the best shape to use. I tried to insert that but it was to dry and it hurt a little so I went to my mom and dad's bathroom and found some Vasoline! I greased myself up and started to stick it in me! It was a little strange but it felt good and finally, after many. ” I kissed his ear lobe and quietly moved back to the foot of the bed. I slipped off my ‘corset’ and unhooked my stockings from the belt before sliding the belt off. I was in only my stockings now and he could not see me. I felt naughty. Most of my grand plan flew out the window and I was in ‘make it up as I go’ mode as I crawled back on the bed right where I was before. I rolled the popsicle on his nipple over to the other one leaving a wet trail behind and lifted the other one off his body.. I tried to turnto reach the knob with my bound hands, but a flick of my Mistress' whip put astop to that. By kneeling down carefully and using my whole mouth (So some ofmy oral training was coming in handy!) I was able to twist the handle and pullthe door open. Edging back on my knees I threw my weight back until the doorswung wide. Standing on the doorsill was a man, a stranger, well dressed, young,distinguished. As his startled eyes met mine it flashed though my mind thatthis was what I had. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the image of a tall, handsome man holding the bouquet of flowers at the end of her register . It was February 14th, and he was not a surprising sight. He was exactly like the dozens before him, and the dozens that would come after, that would rush through Shannon’s express line in a frantic and steady stream until 4 o’clock. Then she could make a merciful escape from the constant barrage and go home. And spend the night alone. Maybe she’d have a.