I barely heard Petra saying that they could be used the other way around with the women giving the man a blow job. She added that since we had booked ...or femdom, that wouldn’t happen. When she suggested a coffee break upstairs before the next part of the basement we were relieved. We relaxed around the fire. I looked at the reassembled Matyroshka doll. I didn’t want to be inside it again. I had been so helpless as its prisoner. Petra and the other women left us for a few minutes so Katya looked. So I got an eyeful and in response, called out, 'Paper', released the letter box lid with the paper stuck in.I coded my little book with a star opposite his name, a coding that only I understood, and a date and time, this little book was rapidly filling up with men, desirous of their perception of 'Fresh Meat' and 'Innocence'. I was learning fast, these eyefuls were causing a seismic shift in my sexual patterns, I was not fazed, in fact I was getting into the habit of looking forward to seeing. "Hey, I know this is random, but could we grab a beer and some lunch after we leave here?" Yeah, I guess so," Sam replied. "I got nothing goin' on today, and I didn't eat at the diner, so sure. Can I at least stop at my apartment, and put my stuff away. You can follow, and we'll go from there."Jay was amazed at how easily this had worked out, and quickly agreed. When they got to the parking lot, she pointed to her little Chevy, and Jay pointed to his white Porsche Cayenne. "I like your car,". Thankfully I do get to go home right now and after changing into a clean change of clothes the three of us do just that. When we get back home, mom and Stacey escort me up to my room. I refuse their help at first stating that I’m ok and I’ll manage myself but with all the fuss they are making I just let them do what the need to do. Mom then explained that she had taken the rest of the week off to look after me but had told Stacey she could stay off today but needed to go back to college.