Can we get you anything else?”He shook his head. He was quite cute looking. I sneaked a glance at his date of birth to see how old he was. 1994. A s...ip of a lad. I looked again at the date of birth.“Hey, it’s your birthday tomorrow,” I exclaimed. “Let’s hope we can get you out in time.”He shrugged, eyes downcast.“No rush, it’s not like I have any plans or anything.”As Molly finished up, she butted in, “Well, one of us will be back in an hour so if you need anything, let us know.”Molly winked at. . oh yes... yes.. I'm a Slut! I keeptelling myself that in my head, the extra bit of humiliationstrengthening the arousal.. oh it's so good, and I.. I'm so close and...The phone rings! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I curl up quickly and groaning move myhands back in front of me.. shit that hurts when you do it in a rush! Ipull them up to my mouth and scrabble at the buckle.. then spit out thegag.. ack! Next push up the blindfold and grab the phone.. deep breath..."Hello?" I manage, trying not to moan from. Katrina teases his cock every so often with a light stroke of her foot, making sure to keep his hard.“Let me see that toy you got,” she says.Marshall has kept it hidden beneath the table, not wanting to be too far from it or risk someone else finding it and it gaining their loyalty instead of his. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she says evenly.“Oh, come on,” she pushes. “I saw what you were doing with it yesterday. I thought it was hot watching you fuck it. That big dildo going up your ass. ..Me: are you tired?her: no, i just don't like staying up lateMe: you have work tomorrow?her: noMe: are you coldher: kind of, the heater isn't working for now so its quite cold in hereMe: il keep you warm (*i start rubbing her arm keeping her warm)her: thank you EugeneMe: can i get a hug?her: sure (*she hugs me), are you wearing a shirt?Me: no, i don't like to sleep with a shirt on, sorryher: that's okMe: your in your bra her: yes i amMe: what are you wearing below?her: a thongMe: ow, im.