When the server asked if I needed anything, I barely managed a “Check, please” before I squeaked again. “Did you like that one? Should I get the...waiter to come back?” His message meant that he was here and watching me, but where? “Where are you? Why the tease?” “Come back to your apartment and find out.” I wasn’t going to ask how he knew where I lived. Probably my friends were trying to help me get my freak on, and if they thought he was safe enough to have my address, I wasn’t too worried.. They were called Rose, Iris, Daisy, and Petunia. The girls were all happy with their names except for Petunia who insisted on being called "Pet" saying her name was too long for people to say.When Maggie came along her mother named her after her aunt Maggie who was sort of a "black sheep" in the family and was always traveling to strange places. She had never seen her aunt Maggie but was told she was a fun person and nice to be around. Maggie was determined to be the very best of girls and did. A lot of people congratulated me during the afternoon, which previously would have made me clam up, but now, I felt much more comfortable accepting their praise and thanking them for it. Maybe the Device had helped me in unexpected ways. I just imagined the crowd naked and as my slaves. All in all, a great day in the office.That night when I got home, I found Kristen with a woman I recognized from the office which was pretty strange. Her name was Jessica and she worked in the executive suite. I. I slowly push in deeper and deeper until my balls are pressed tightly against you. I love how you reach under and massage them gently. I slide outward just as slowly, almost all the way, until the head appears between your lips, before sliding back into you. Long slow strokes, our bodies meld. We breathe in unison as the pleasure builds along with the pace. You raise both hands over your head, clenching the pillow as I plunge into your quivering pussy. Your body is so sexy as I look down at.