She found herself getting hard during the drive to his house and even now standing at his front door getting ready to knock, trembling with excitement... nervousness and anticipation she could feel herself actually leaking. He answered the door, stepped aside letting her in. Then he shut, locked the door and took her by her shoulders pressing her against the wall. He pressed against her his mouth next to her ear, “Welcome my sweet”, he whispered in her ear as his right hand went up under her. He wasn’t confident at all but didn’t seem to be gay or bisexual. I didn’t sleep enjoying the feeling of his throbbing cock as his breathing began to quicken I knew he was about to adjust his sleeping position. He pushed his crotch painfully into my ass half a sleep causing me to jerk waking him up. He impaled me in his own underwear accidentally and blew a huge load all over my ass and mostly between my butt cheeks on the boxer seem. He had no idea his cock was out and when he discovered he. .. just ... went... blank.“Now we talk,” she purred contentedly. She lay spooned behind me, her arms around me, her phallus impaled as deeply into me as it would go. “Correction; I talk, you listen. I know you were there, in the bathroom. Brock may have been oblivious to the closed stall door behind him, but I was not. I recognized your shoes under the partition. Now you know all the dirty details about us; Brock and me. As much as it hurt you, and I know it did, I am glad it is out in the open. We were still neatly folding our tops the way Master required us to. That didn’t mean just roughly folding them but laying our tops on the floor and making exact folds while ensuring there were no wrinkles. It took longer to do it this way but the lesson wasn’t about folding as quickly as possible - rather doing it in a precise and regimented way. Master had brought that to their attention too but they didn’t seem to appreciate the extra effort. Probably because they were so surprised that we’d.