Everyone is enjoying the band. I reach down, and put my cock back in my pants. I tell you to follow me into the men's restroom in 30 seconds. I exc...se myself, and quickly turn towards the bathroom, trying to hide my erection.The restroom is clean and looks good. Granite counter tops; large wall-length mirror; travertine tile floors; dark wood stalls... I'm impressed. I walk to the urinal, unzip, and coax my pecker to be not so hard so I can relieve myself. I hear someone enter the. She got right on top of me, and inserted the dildo right into my sweet pussy. "Oh, shit, Kirsten!" I screamed, as I wrapped my arms around her. Her head appeared right above mine, and rapid breathing hit my face. Her hand came to my forehead, and she discovered how worked up I was already. Then I actually had her making sweet love to me, and as the big dildo commenced small thrusts. "Tell me you love me, Donna. If you didn't, you wouldn't be here now," she told me. Lies couldn't be told, as her. "Stand up and take off your clothes, slut!" Jerry said again. "If you want to play the Game so badly, I'll teach you how to play. Go on, do it!"He watched in awe as the suddenly timid girl sobbed but, after a moment, began to pull off her tight low-cut shirt that featured two cartoon pandas on it. She stood up at the same time, right in front of his desk, and she defeatedly dropped the shirt to the floor. Tears dripped down her youthful face as she begged him with her large, innocent eyes but. The digital clock read 03:24 in green numbers.Michael sighed, and rapped his hands on the steering wheel impatiently. Hereached across the passenger's seat to the glove compartment, tugging it open.He reached in and pulled out a knife, long and sharp, with a wooden handle.It was a carving knife, taken from his own kitchen. It'd do. There was a balaclavain there, too. It was cliche, sure, but fuck it: it was cliche for a good reason. At 03:27, she left the nightclub. Michael practically fell.