“Now Craig, that’s no way to talk to your new best friend.” The voice was male, not female. Craig’s stomach lurched. “I just needed to let y...u know it’s time for another contribution in the bottle. And try not to scream on the phone, dear boy. It hurts my ears.” With that, the call clicked off.Jerking off at almost three in the morning, on orders from a strange man, put Craig through the wringer. He was sweating after fifteen minutes of effort, having been unable to focus on his usual porn. It was just as he got up on his knees and was ready to attempt placing it inside her when his cell phone rang.I heard a woman's voice say hello ,are you busy. When he said yes I heard her say so you are there with them, again he said yes.She said something else that I didn’t hear and he replied “I don’t know do you want me to ask.” He looked at Emily “it is my girlfriend,she wants to know if she can come play too”. Don then looked at me and down at my hard cock”she will like you too,so of. They kind of stood around for a while. Then they started to speak."Hi," he said."Hi," she said."I'm John." He held out his hand."I'm Mary." She shook his hand."How are you?" I'm good. How about you?" I'm good too." They laughed nervously."It's nice in here. It's been really hot out." Yeah. Humid too." So who do you know? How did you get here? I mean who invited you?" Oh, I'm friends with Becky Thatcher," she said enthusiastically. "How about you?" Oh, my cousin Jim Jones was dating Becky's. He smiled and asked what we had been chatting about.“Jon was just telling me about his job,” she lied, smiling.I stepped in to cover, telling him what I did for a living. We spent a few more minutes chatting. Then one of my cousins started an impromptu game of cricket on the lawn. It was getting a bit dark to be honest, but they seemed to be enjoying it.Chris then decided he was going to go over and join in, leaving me alone with Sharon again. She said he liked cricket, but it bored her.