..silently encouraging him to fuck you harder, to take what he wanted, to use you completely. You were just a plaything, a birthday present...my gift ...o him.From the sound of his grunting and the speed of his thrusts, from the tension in his back and his legs, I knew he was close. I could feel it from across the room. He pulled back, climbing off you to stand by the side of the bed. One hand snaked into your hair while the other furiously stroked his shaft. He pulled your head to his cock,. “Hello Esme,” I said calmly.“Hi.” She replied slowly.“Harriet, why don’t you take off early today? I have a few things I need to take care of with our customer” she said to the blonde behind the counter, barely turning away from me.The curly haired blonde in question looked back and forth between us uncertainly for a moment, hesitating.“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” She said, still slightly confused at her abrupt dismissal.Harriet briefly disappeared around a corner, returning with a bag. Tiru had returned, and Bastian could see him standing right behind his wife, still finger-fucking herself with closed eyes in front of her tablet with her loving husband, stroking his cock, on screen.“Mmmm, honey, it feels so good to touch myself in front of you! If it only wasn’t my own hand touching me now!” Michelle went on, drunk and in sexual ecstasy. “Darling,” Bastian began, not knowing how to properly diffuse the situation, “please remain calm. He’s back again. The guy from last night. Once Gary was finished with the cigarette, he snubbed it out in the ash tray and started towards the kitchen, feeling oddly calm about what was happening to him, though still somewhat confused. It didn't really make any sense. After pouring himself a cup of coffee on a sudden urge, Gary took a sip, deciding that he liked that as well. It was a little strong though, so a moment later, he sprinkled a little sugar and cream into the coffee, somehow knowing that it tasted much better that way. One.