During the late afternoon at Rodrigo's apartment, several men and women had come to the door. They had been escorted to the room where Rodrigo sat and...then had left. A cell phone rang constantly as well.At one point a police siren had sounded a "woop-woop" close by and everyone in the room was immediately apprehensive. A car horn blew and the tension dissipated.Echoes of his overwhelming day bounced through his head. When they had fallen into bed exhausted, both of them had dropped off into. He needed to get Vivian, the box, and himself to safety before-"Excuse me, did I interupt something?"Another voice piped up, making him and the fox turned their head towards the source. Walking in stride, a figure dressed in purple and silver tights appeared from where the man got in. The click-clack of her heeled boots echoed in the warehouse. She also had a smile on her face, but compared to Hex's condescending one, hers looked more pure. Pure of confidence, that was... Confidence backed by. I’m not sure if you’re going to make me suck you off or what, but you appear to be proud of your work so far. I’m not wondering for very long which direction you plan on taking this as you take my long hair in hand and guide my head toward your cock. The rope pulls tight against my neck as I inhale your scent. Musk and sweat graces my nostrils. You take your other hand and force my jaw open, despite hearing the increased labor of my breathing. I shake my head in protest and make a few sounds,. "I just didn't expect it. Most girls your age root for the prettiest uniform if they watch at all." I'm weird," she said shyly."What got you so into it?" He prodded."My dad," she answered, "before he died. He pitched. Not like professional, but you know, semipro. He could've played pro ball, but it didn't work out. You know, 'cause I happened. But he taught me everything." I can see," Mike said. "I guess that's why you're sticking with the team, huh?" Sort of," she said with a slight crack in.