So about a day or two later (a friday) Tim and I were both free, we exchanged numbers and began to text and make plans for our hook up.Me: "Hey whats ...p"Tim: "Nothing much just sitting on the couch"Me: "Cool, want company?" I texted trying to let him know I really wanted to meet up. I was so horny I couldn't contain my nerves.Tim: "Yea I just got out of the shower and could really use i tight ass to play with"Me: even more anxious and somewhat shocked by his straightforwardness: "Good, but it's. Not at the boy in the pigtailswearing pink (they all had their Team Leslie uniforms on, and Leslie hadworn her own pink clothes to match them), and certainly not at the girlin the wheelchair. They were gobsmacked that they were watchingteenagers talk about recipes and actually know what they were talkingabout.Of course, there was a cat in the house, and the first thing Leslie didwith her new toy was shine it on the floor where Whiskers could see it.The cat looked at the red dot on the floor,. We had several rape stories we had been saving for a youngster like her, gang-bang stories.He signed where I showed him and wrote me a check for the full amount, stood and we shook hands. The girl had not said a word and looked utterly blank."She stoned?" I asked him.He chuckled, "Tranquilized. Only way to civilize her." I understand." He was determined to make my life easier."Good luck," he said as he left.I sat, got out a chocolate bar and handed it to her. She blinked at me, unwrapped it and. She got dressed and we left the bathroom. In the car, as we drove to lunch, Kendra’s hand moved back to my cock and rubbed it, teased me, and asked how it felt to have on her wet panties. She giggled and said, “I wonder if the wet spot will show through your pants” as she continued to rub and play with my cock. Even after the amazing time in the theatre and two orgasms, her touch got me hard again as we got to the restaurant. It was such a different sensation from the tightness of her panties.