.. guess there’s always tomorrow.”Wendy, the owner of the place, stopped at the table. She put down a glass of water and turned to Dexter.“What ...an I get for you?”“Half a grapefruit, white toast; a small OJ, and a coffee,” Dexter answered.“You like it with brown sugar, right?”Dexter said, “That’s right. I’m impressed that you remembered.”Wendy laughed, “Don’t be impressed. Just about everyone that orders the grapefruit, likes it with the brown sugar.”“I’m still impressed,” Dexter said.She left. “Yes.” “Good. Stay where you are. OK girls, gather round.” Everyone, including Emma, who was meant to be neutral on the night but was up for a fondle, assembled around Hayley. Laura and Gemma joined Hayley and Ashlie on the sofa. Aisha, Emma and myself knelt on the floor at Hayley’s feet. I could halfway see up her short skirt, She wasn’t wearing any tights or anything, but her legs looked smooth and slightly tanned. “You ready Hayley?” I asked. “Yep. Go for it!” All at once, everyone ran their. The toughest, was my last final. And i desperately needed to have a study group but the best i could was a friend that sat near me. Mary but dear lord, was she smoking hot, she was 5'6 blonde hair. A smile that gave a " girl next door" vibe from her friendly personality.And her body... She was athletic. possibly a climber or a runner?. Very in shape... Looked very firm.She dressed a bit tomboyish, but somedays you can really see her figure...I wanted to ask her out, but a number of things. It was a but plug and it was big, it hurt, we screamed in pain. The one in charge took command and told the assistant - shut the slave-whore up, gag her! And that was exactly what the assistant did, she or he or it forced some kind of rubber inflatable gag into our mouth and then pulled a mask over our head blinding us and sealing our mouth shut, then she began to inflate the gag, stretching our mouth open and effectively shutting us up. Transmission # 42Trans-utopia archives #1654.868-2 Dear.