She hated to spend the money on a cab but she had no choice. She nervously waited outside the restaurant until it came.She was happy to see the owner ...ehind the bar when she walked in. She’d met him a couple of times when she was in there with Al. He seemed like a nice guy.“Hi, Steve...”“Hey ... Dawn, right?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. He had his own questions. “Hey, where’s that lazy boyfriend of yours? Is he sick?”Her heart sunk. “You mean he hasn’t been in?”“No; I haven’t seen him. My obedient trainee was face down on the shitty stuff, no way to move, no way to escape since my weight kept me inside him. I was so happy to receive this boy’s gift. I felt honored. I shot my sperm in him with such force, it felt I would hurt him.Nothing lasts forever and soon my boy’s hole managed to open wider than my cock while I was still in him. He strained so hard that his inner pink tissue unfolded out of his hole and wrapped around my cock like an inch-wide pink ring. He also let a. Carla felt exposed and vulnerable, but also a little excited by the attention she was getting.Michelle stepped towards Carla, took her arm and turned her towards the desk. “Bend over” she whispered, pushing Carla onto the desk until her face was flat against the surface. “Very nice,” said Michelle, as she allowed her hands to wander down Carla’s back towards her arse. She left one hand placed firmly on Carla’s back. With her other hand, she reached between Carla’s legs and lifted her crotch,. I winced in actual pain as I lifted myself partially to pull my shorts down to my ankles. I sat back on the bed and my I had a partial erection for her to see. She raised her eyebrows.“Um, where is it hurting?” she asked, uncertainly.“Fine, I hit myself here,” I said pointing to my dick.“Which part?”My cock was upright at this point and she still looked concerned. Was she still not aware that I was faking it? Good for me!“Right here,” I said, pointing to some random part of my cock.“Let me.