He gives me a squint. “Are you really okay?" he asks me, but inside he's questioning himself much more. He's David-the protector. I’ve seen this f...ce a million times before. In his head, he's quickly listing every possible bad outcome to this situation and weighing it against how much possible pleasure he might gain by going back down stairs and rejoining the party. He hesitates. He can't decide. I don't want him to go. I don't want him to go and leave me all alone. I certainly don't want him. I pay my folks to stay with them, and I put money in the bank instead of spending it all on clothes and wild times."Most of all, I came to the realization that the years that I spent with you were the happiest of my life. Letting Brittany 'put some excitement into my life' was the most stupid thing that I've ever done."So I got up my courage and decided to come back and see you to apologize and to ask ... no, beg, you to forgive me and give me another chance."Sam looked at Alexis with a certain. Good, clean fun.It has already been over an hour, and the party is going to last foranother couple of hours. Another couple of hours standing impaled on apole with my feet cramping inside the stiff six-inch-heeled fuck-mepumps, overwhelming pressure of the heavy latex corset, evil gag,touching the back of my throat and making me gag with every tiny movementof my restrained head, my aching penis, desperately trying to expandinside the pink plastic tube that has been locked on my genitals for. "Please baby", he begged as he adjusted him massive hardon in his shorts. She smiled and lifted a foot coquettishly- "Is this what you want?" she asked giggling. "Yes baby you know it is". "Do you want me to press my feet against your hard cock?" she asked seductively. The image of her foot against his cock made him shudder with desire; already a bead of precum formed on the tip and was soaking his shorts. "Yes", he said in a low voice as he gulped. She sat down on the bed and waited for him.