And it doesn't help when girls walk in and find us surfing porn together,” Janine said.“Especially when you have my toys spread out all over the p...ace,” Michelle added.I managed not to laugh too loud, and at the same time gave up on trying to control the continued growth of my boner. At that point, Tom returned from the bathroom. He struggled a little getting into his chair. It may not have been obvious to everyone in the bar, but I knew for certain that Tom was officially shit-faced.“Potty. Don't put yourself down over its size." What I'd said was perhaps an exaggeration but I hoped it would quell some of his fears and doubts about his performance. Sanle had undoubtedly been enjoying herself when I'd seen him fucking her on the first evening and again last night when she tried to extract the last of his sperm before he had to come back. For a while I lay alongside him and cradled his head to my breasts.Despite being extremely tired I couldn't get to sleep. It had been a bad day.. The sound of his door slamming made me jump, I turned and stared at it. Did that really just happen? What was wrong with him? What was wrong with me? My phone vibrated—it was McKinsey, wanting to know if I was still coming to get her. Shit, I was late. I started to say goodbye to Jordan, but thought better of it. Running down the stairs I yelled that I was leaving to our moms instead. “Bye, sweetie,” they called out in unison. Yes, we have two moms, they’ve been together since before I was. I was 17 years old and in thesummer break between leaving school and going to university, when Mummytook me to her corsetiere in Knightsbridge in London's West End to befitted for my very first corsetry. I had often accompanied Mummy on hervisits to the corsetiere but I remained in the salon's well appointedwaiting room while Mummy went through the long brown curtains into themysterious area behind the receptionist for her fitting.Usually there would be a number of other men in the waiting.