"Frank froze in one corner of the room as his fingers brushed against something other than the hard floor. A soft material, coarse in texture. He slid...his hand up it. "Has this ever happened before, Oliver? Have you ever been stuck in here before?"Oliver was silent for a moment, and Frank heard him release a frustrated sound before he answered. "It's the blackouts, Frank," he replied miserably. "I don't remember." You don't remember if you've been trapped in here before?" Frank asked as he. He let go of her and licked her bottom standing up, but left the room for a moment and came back with a tube of lubricant. It was "funny", my girlfriend was sitting on all fours on a strangers sofa, presenting her horny holes to a stranger and he was standing in the doorway, a huge hard cock in front of him carrying a tube of lubricant in his hand, so that it slips better when he fucks my girlfriend and I stood there apathetically. Then he said with the gel in his hand that it was much safer. Inside the docking chamber a fine blue laser struck Heather's sexy little feet, which were beautifully arched a pair of six-inch spiked heeled sandals. Heather was wearing what was known as a woman's body glove, which most all women wore during their shopping excursions. It was a black neck to ankle suit that was made of paper-thin breathable latex. Typically after a woman put it on she would step into a heat chamber, which would cause the reactive material to literally shrink-wrap around. You know how Jody feels about you. She is really upset that you haven't been over since 'you-know-who' left town. You can't leave such a friend hanging, you know. Besides, if you don't show up soon, she is going to come get your sorry ass! And then I'll probably kill MY best friend in a jealous goddam rage. Now where is that going to get us? I'll end up in the slammer, the wronged husband. Do you want that on your conscience?" How is your beautiful bride? Tell her that I love her too, will you?.