As promised, he gave me an AussieBum jockstrap which I put on in the change rooms. I got dressed before the Married Guy (he had come from the office a...d was wearing a suit), so I left the change rooms telling Married Guy I’d see him at my place in 10 minutes.I had been given instructions that he wanted me wearing nothing but my new jockstrap, on my knees, on my bed when he arrived.That is exactly what I intended to do but I had my own little surprise for the Married Guy.A while back, the guys. I cut the two shoulder straps of your bra, allowing me to pull the tattered garment free, releasing your big, firm...breasts. Your engorged nipples spring to life, as I slide my hands around your torso to cup these delightful orbs. My loins are pressing hard against your encased bottom. My big cock is uncomfortable as it swelling to new propotions in my tight jeans. I sense you quiver again, a slight pressure as you press your firm buttocks against my cock. With your fear, I also sense your. By this time, everyone had chosen to sit on the street or lie down on their mattresses and hope for a listless sleep.Benni dozed for minutes at a time as Ceema lay on one side and Shasa lay on the other. No one wanted to be alone.Half a shift later, a five-note blast of the alarm sounded, a signal nobody knew how to interpret. Nagala emerged from his room and walked to the gate. Within minutes the corridor seethed with bodies rushing at speed from one end to the other."Retract the barrier," he. What a bad dad! I scrolled through the rest of the history and found all kinds of sex sites he had visited. I was even more turned on then I had been before by thinking about my dad masturbating and jacking off. I changed out of my sweats, t-shirt, undies, and bra, and put on instead my sexiest lace push-up bra and matching thong, then a pair of very low-rise, tight jeans, and a tight, v-neck shirt that showed off way too much cleavage. I tousled my hair and put on some extra make-up..