I walked into that bar feeling like sex in heels. Heads turned as I sauntered up to the bar and ordered a frozen fruity drink. I didn’t need alcohol...to take the edge off tonight…I was already soaring with anticipation of the performance to come…pun intended.A guy sat down with a lame line, but I let him continue, enjoying his obvious interest. Then I felt a wash of heat at my back and turned to see you smiling down at me. You were wearing your black silk shirt…top two buttons undone…black. She waited for Heatherto say something. But the faux girl could think of nothing to say so hejust stood there with flaming cheeks of red. It was the ultimateembarrassment. Despite the humiliation he felt relief it was only a sex toythey found this time.It was a Mexican standoff; his face was beet red from embarrassment.Eventually George knew he had to say something, so in his best Heather voicehe said, "It's a souvenir to remind me of my vacation." That responseproduced a grin from both. The litter box. I was supposed to use the fucking god damn litter box. Oh god I can’t hold it anymore. What do I do ? oh god.Can’t go on the floor. Can’t put my girls through the torture that would cause. As I realized what had to be done my heart sank.?Oh god?I’m sorry Samantha? I whispered.She tried to shake her head, franticly fighting with her bonds. ?un uh, on’t omm. Un uh oo on’t.?Dropping my head into my hands and closing my eyes I moved my darling angel Samantha’s face, shut out. " No way," I panted."Way. She had just taken her top off and asked us if we thought you'd like her breasts. It was something more than one of the girls did, at one time or another. They all fantasized about doing this with you." She gave a peculiar triple squeeze."Stop that!" I gasped."Awwww, you're so sweet," she said, leaning forward to put her hands on my chest. "You're trying not to cum in me, so I won't get pregnant. You know, Alex does that all the time. He's just as sweet as you are.".