“I texted the girl from the sex shop and we agreed to meet at a cafe for coffee. She was surprised at how fluent my Italian was. I was there early a...d when she walked in she turned more than a few heads. She is a tall girl with Eritrean parents although she grew up here. We talked and laughed and the flirting started. We were looking at each other and it was clear that we fancied one another. She asked me how the toy was, and I told her I loved it. She was licking her lips and smiling at. "You bought it?"Lance shrugged, "The moment I saw it, I knew it was perfect for you."I still mulled over it all. Then I made up my mind, "OK, Lance. I accept.We will dance together, but no funny stuff, just dancing remember!"Lance hurried, "Yes, sure, Maren. Just dancing."This meant I would have a busy Saturday. Not only would I have to preparemyself and go to the beauty salon to fix my hair for the dance, I also hadan appointment at the MORFS center. I groaned inwardly, wondering, 'Whydid I. "Forny, be honest with me," Michael said, as his little brain tried to put the pieces together."Have I been asleep and they've built a Warehouse Porn Club store where my house was and that's where I live now?" Michael asked. "And where's my stuff?" No, Michael. We're on a spaceship," Forny responded.A spaceship was not an answer Michael's brain had authorized him to consider. He liked his implausible answer much better."I'm sorry. I didn't get that," said Michael "It sounded like you said. "As I looked down at my predicament I spotted the black lens of a small, round security camera mounted inside the bed pointed at me from below. I assumed this was what he was talking about.He then hiked my skirt up to my hips, exposing my gartered, black stockings tops and my sheer, nylon panty-covered cock. "Oh yes and one more little added attraction" he said and quickly inserted a greasy butt plug firmly into my tight ass which I noticed had a black cord that ran from it's base back behind.