I wouldn’t have blamed him if he did. At the very least, I deserved to have him send a ‘3 days left’ reminder the next day. I know I certainly h...d it on my mind. But no. I just got another inquiry about a restaurant – this time Italian, which I was much more favorable towards – and then another subtle reminder of what was going to happen afterward. It was like my drunk text had never happened. I didn’t hear anything from Snow on Thursday while I was at work, but I found a package waiting for. When I pulled out, he whispered, "Yes, your fuck-toy." My cum bucket?" I continued, pushing him deeper into utter submission to my cock."I will be your cocksucker, fuck-toy, faggot, queer, cum bucket, just please let me taste your cum again," he pleaded, completely under my cock's hypnotic pull."As you wish," I generously agreed, shoving my cock back into his mouth. I fucked his face for a couple of minutes making him gag, before pulling out again, his saliva dripping off my cock and onto his. Behind it were a wall mirror and a chair. Laid outon the chair were jeans, a 'Hello Kitty' T-shirt sneakers, white socks,and a plain white cotton bra and panties set. That these were alreadythere before Tony even burst into the office meant there was no pointthey were in charge of things, he realised, no point at all. Either theyhad tripped an alarm when they entered the grounds or there weresurveillance cameras. Or both. As they crossed the grounds, theheadmistress would have called this. When I pulled up to her place I went to the door and rang the bell, giddy with anticipation.The door flung open and while still beautiful, someone thought out their wardrobe as well. Where before I had unfettered access thru her skirt, now jeans and a stylish shirt with an undershirt greeted me. I thought twice about making a fake excuse to go inside to use the restroom, but didn't want to scare her and her clothes told me she was scared.We hugged and then walked back to my car with me behind.