He flitted across the carpet to his room — their room — but it was empty. He walked to the kitchen. Seeing a pile of clothes on the counter, and g...abbed a knife. He recognised the jeans as Shawna's, and the shoes kicked under the table as a pair he'd bought her. He felt a coldness start at the bottom of his stomach.He didn't know how, he didn't know why, but somehow, he convinced himself, Connor had gotten free. When he reached Hope's door, fear and anger were mingling in his head, competing. I was lying there blindfolded mouth open, and i heard my client say you first to one of them...I felt him straddle over me and felt his balls slowly placed into my mouth...shoving them in all the way, he was stroking too because his tip and hand kept running into my nose…well they all took turns doing this, then returned to the couches, my client took the blindfold off they were all naked and hard...they signaled for me to approach the couches on my knees..one of the guys got up and pushed my. Slowly he began to move me against him again. Our eyes locked, each waiting for the tell tale sign that the other was going to cum. Now it was almost a competition. Who would make the other climax first? He took his eyes from mine, not in submission, but to focus on my perky tits. He slowly sucked my right nipple into his mouth, still pulling my hips to and fro on his cock. I groaned in delight as I leaned my head back. I planted my hands on his shoulders and pulled my nipple out of his mouth.. That'sit, one step at a time, meet his eyes.Do... do I usually sway like this, even in heels? Like I know I'm wearinga tight shirt and short skirt, and I'm walking over to one of the hottestguys I've ever seen, but my hips and ass are out of control here. It'sone thing to walk sexy, but I don't want this guy thinking I'm some kindof whore. Plus, I can't shake the feeling I shouldn't be able to walk inheels at all, even though I'm wearing them like a pro. Eh, fuck it, withlegs like mine, I.