“Not much,” she replied. “Seriously, what you will wear will usually end up coming off, anyway, so I wouldn’t think you would want to wear muc.... I normally wear a dress and some heels.”“That’s it?”She shrugged pleasantly. “Usually. Sometimes I might wear some stockings, but mostly not. Listen, when you do get undressed, remember where you put your clothes! You’ll have to come home at some point.” My eyes widened at the thought of losing my clothes and trying to get home again.The weather was. I quickly turned on the lights of my room and clicked a picture of my pussy with my glass dildo half inside my sweet love hole. I sent the picture to Adam. “I have sent you a picture to show you what exactly I’m doing,” I said, “And I’m doing this thinking about you.” I finished my sentence with a seductive tone. “Oh fuck, you just made my cock so hard,” I heard Adam’s voice after few seconds. “How hard?” I asked. I was again lying on my back and rubbing the glass dildo over my pussy. “Very. But, it's been three days and I haven't felt a thing. I'm wondering if this thing has quit working." Oh, it works all right. You should know Alexandra well enough by now to know that she likes to surprise you. She'll bide her time and at the most unexpected moment you'll get the surprise of your life." Oh, Rhonda, it feels so good," whispered the blonde. "Not quite as good as having Alexandra inside me, but absolutely great nonetheless." How about Manny?" Oh he loves them. He keeps wanting me. “Fuck you too, nigger,” screamed the guy wearing a MAGA baseball cap.“Call me dat shit again, bitch ass muthafucka!”“Fuck you, nigger!”The pick up truck sped off. The Black dude continued to yell then headed back to his car.Fredrick sensed tension and rolled down his window. “Hey, brotha! It’s not worth it,” he lisped.“Mane, fuck dat shit! He ain’t finna talk to me like dat,” shouted the frustrated five-foot-nine guy.“I know it’s completely fucked up. But you could just call it into the police..