Looks like I was the only customer. She took me to the end mattress and drew the curtains, saying ‘take everything off’ and left me. Obediently, I...did as she asked, lay on my stomach, pulled the sheet over my back side and waited. Soon she came in and started expertly massaging my legs. It was very nice and relaxing. ‘How does that feel’ she said. Great! I replied. She got quite high on my legs a few times and I felt her fingers subtly run across my balls which felt really nice! I was pretty. Jumping in and closing the passenger door, she leaned over a gave me a closed mouth kiss on the lips."Thanks so much. I don't know what the hell I was thinking," she said."Don't thank me, we aren't out of trouble yet," I said, driving off.Just as I had started down the street, a group of three or four guys wearing bandanas stepped out behind the car, no more than 5 feet away. Reaching into his jacket, the one standing in the front pulled out a gun and aimed. Seeing all this in the rear view. She could feel her nipples tingle and swell. She could feel her pussy start to warm. She looked at her reflection and grinned, a detached, lazy, dreamy smile. “You are one hot piece of ass,” she murmured to herself, one hand running over her flat tummy, the other kneading her left breast. No wonder every guy and so many girls wanted to do her, she thought. She laughed into the mirror. It was a hollow, empty laugh.Bob and Monica had been sitting in her kitchen talking for half an hour. Bob was. Some sort of metal device, seemingly attached to the butt plug, was pressed against my perineum and locked into place. Then there was a 'click' as something was switched on, but I couldn't tell what.Claire then had me lie on my back, my head propped up by pillows, and my wrists were bound to the bedposts. She slid a pillow under my ass, offering some protection to the butt plug against any weight which came to bear on my hips.Claire asked me for a safe gesture, and I knew that meant I was about.