Come on.After she forced me so much I had to agree. I removed my clothes and sat in my boxer and banyan. She continued smiling looking at that but did...’t utter a word about it. It gave me confidence so we sat down again to talk about us. After a while, she came closer to me and asked me if it’s okay if she hugs me and sits with me. I was fine with that. She hugged pressing her boobs again my chest that made my dick hard again but I couldn’t make any moves to expose it to her. We continued. Like a good little slut I would move my ass around, imagining the butt plug was Chris cock fucking me. Suddenly I was interrupted from my fantasy from a knocking sound. The knocking seemed to be coming from Chris’ front door. I heard the sound of footsteps descending the stairs, the opening of the front door and the sound of another man being greeting Chris. I listened to their muffled conversation.“Hello Patrick! Long time no see!”“Alright, Chris?” The stranger said. I thought he sounded. You scared a lot of people to their core the other day. I think that if you told them the grass was purple, they would all nod and say, how stupid of us to ever think it we saw it to be green.”‘That’s some heavy shit Phil. I never thought that what I did would have much of an effect on the people that didn’t actually see it happen, but then I suppose it gets built up some with each telling. Not that that is a bad thing. But do they see me as a tyrant that will stomp all over them to get my. "I'm from SanFrancisco, I went to UCLA where I studied English literature, and I amhoping to become a technical writer someday. I got an email from Femco afew weeks ago about a technical writer opening and I flew up toMinneapolis for an interview." His cage stopped shocking him and he justcrawls into a ball and sobs from the pain."I'm Kyle Reeves." He can barely speak without crying or passing outfrom the pain. "I live in New Orleans and I studied history at LouisianaState." Kyle was 25, 5'11,".