When I'm done, she cleans herself up with some tissues. Then she lets her skirt down and looks at me with her blue eyes."Thank you. Have a good rest o... your evening," she says."Thanks," I say.She walks away around the corner quickly, leaving me and my dick to contemplate what happened. My breath is still heaving. The whole thing took fifteen minutes, and cost a couple hundred, but it was worth it.Not ready to go home, I decide to wind down with some tea at a cafe a couple of blocks away. I. My heart was pounding very vigorously. As i wanted to breath little louder but due to my consciousness that Sruthi is sleeping beside, i chill out my breath to very low, so that no sound can come out. And i think Anjali did the same thing with that i gained some momentum in my feelings, but still resisted not do anything hasty, because it would troublesome blooper if i would do anything. Even though thinking that it is the part of nature, i kept my feelings aside. And i was enjoying that. I saw Ciera look down at her own clothing and frown.“We made Travis a promise,” Liz explained. “We have a rule about promises. Don’t we, Travis?”I nodded dumbly.“We told him that if he got his arm fixed then we would dress like this for his workouts,” Liz continued. “We’ve been remiss about a lot of our promises lately. So we’ve set our schedules. At least one of us will be here to encourage Travis to do his best.”“Uh, that’s fine,” Bill stammered.“I’m going to have some of the workout. Two days of waiting fearfully in anticaption of his balls being cutoff. Two days of being taunted as the man in tux tells him over and overwhat is going to happen to him and of the new life soon to begin. Two daysof mental and physical torment.Matt's eyes shoot open now, memories shoved away as hand cups hisballs and fondles them. The man is back and grinning. "Well, whatdo we have here my little slut? Look how pretty your hard cock is." Theman leans down kissing the weeping head and then licks.