I’m sorry for your loss. But it’s my understanding that when they brought you in you told them downstairs that a car ran you off the road. Is that...correct?”A nod.“Mr. Azzhat, do you know a Steven Anderman?”A pause and then finally, a nod.“You went to college with him, right?”A nod.“In fact, the other three in your car also went to college with him. You were all part of the same fraternity, right?”A nod.“Mr. Azzhat. Were you all in town to meet up with Mr. Anderman?”Another pause and then a. .. Oooof... oooof... One little spurt... two more tiny pushes... the vibe was removed... I cold feel a few more gentle oozes from my trapped clit. Completely unsatisfying. As bad as a ruined orgasm. Worse perhaps. I slumped. Exhausted, unfulfilled, miserable.My bonds were removed, my legs, arms untied. My gag and blindfold were left in place. I relaxed, waited for a time. Still filled wit the giant plastic cock.Hands lifted me off, raised me to my feet. I felt empty, but relieved. *After*. That one investment led to others and got her looking towards Real Estate as a way out. The time spent with Cassie gradually dampened one aspect of my infatuation. The more I knew of her the more I admired. I guess the fantasy was being stripped away in favor of the woman, and it in turn began to affect our working relationship. Watching her dance as a friend was very, very different then seeing her perform while we were only coworkers. At first my behavior began to border on some form of. Your mother was gone, so i only grounded you for the weekend. You find one of your boyfriend’s dirty mags and begin to flip through it. It is a hardcore mag, and you are looking at all the pictures of people fucking. You are wearing just a small t-shirt and you find your hands roaming around your firm young tits. The more you look, the hotter you get, and soon your hand as found its way to your still virgin pussy, and it is sooo wet.I come up the stairs to check on you, and open the door. You.