My cell phone chimed.I'd ignore it, I thought.The phone was insistent.What if were Mr. Moore again? I asked myself. He'd be pissed if I didn'tanswer. ...ell, he might even return to the restaurant.I removed the phone from my pocket and glanced at the number on itsilluminated display. It was Mr. Moore, all right. "Hello?" What are you doing with that damned ladder?" he thundered in my ear.Obviously, upon leaving the parking lot, he'd parked somewhere nearbyand was spying on me, the bastard! "I. "And pretty soon? You're going to forget what it waseven like to pee standing up!" Cindy finished, looking me overcarefully and smiling with satisfaction at the results of herexplanation. I felt sickened and trapped but that's just what theywanted. They relished my situation."Look at him squirm! This is fun," Donna said with excitement as shelooked at me. "As long as we have him here let's get him measured upand fitted for that wedding gown right now. And get him fitted forplenty of frilly. By and by her voice was increasing. I increased the volume of the music. She as unable to get rid of me and even i was unable to get rid of my self. I removed my t shirt and now, her tone has changed for bhayya .. please to bhayya .. fuck me … fast..Listening to this, i removed my jeans and removed her jeans and i was not able to control by seeing her hairy vagina boozing out of her panty. i cum on her panty. i was relieved but she was not. She as still in that madness and screaming, please. After getting naked, we cuddled in bed and she beganrubbing me."I love your little thumb dick," she grinned."I'm glad you do," I smiled."Do you mind if we do something?" It depends."Jena jumped from bed, her butt and breasts jingling, ran out, andreturned with a ruler. She jumped back in bed and pulled down the covers."I just want to see how big you really are." She gave me a kiss. "Notthat your little cock makes a difference."She measured me and squealed. "Less than an inch. A little more.