He struck up conversation while I was serving them drinks. He was the whole package… charming too. He told me his name was Paul and that if he had h...s way he would have my number before he left that night. Some men just have a way to fluster a girl. He was one of those men. When he left, he came right up close to me, so I could feel my breasts against him, and he whispered in my ear… “Thanks for servicing us.” He then presumptuously bent down and kissed my earlobe. He had to bend down, as I am. Letting him enjoy his little rag doll. He goes "I could just carry you out of here, you know. You couldn't do anything about it." I could feel him hard against me and I said "i'd like to see you try!!" I should have never dared him because he lifted me over his shoulder (me, naked except for my flouncy skirt and jingling slave anklet he bought me 5 years ago and insists I wear every time he makes A Call). He starts heading for the door and I'm beating his back, begging him to stop. We get. I was over the shoulder, and Ashlynn was showing her pert ass and major side boob. Her ass was seeming to ‘eat’ that bikini bottom, and the nipple was poking out the top, wheat little did cover her. It made my cock hard just looking at them! It suddenly hit me that I could use her pictures to get what I wanted, but I would need to be sly about it. The texts told me that Clara had been doing this for some time, and Ashlynn was only just getting started, and in fact was only about to post her. Whilst I was keeping a good pace, I was very consciously aware of my cock and balls. I could feel them pressed against the fabric of my underwear, their sensitivity was surprisingly high. My balls were tight, not uncommon for when I run, but they were swollen too, as if they were filling with cum. My cock twitched and bounced with each stride I took, although thankfully it remained semi flaccid. There was also an undeniable feeling in the pit of my stomach which I associate with a building.