" The line went dead. Great, just great, I thought sarcastically. I glanced down and saw that I still had a hard on. I walked back to my bed and notic...d a wet patch on the mattress. I remembered boys get wet patches when they have a sexual dream called 'wet dreams'. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled up my nightie and stared at my huge cock and saw huge balls attached to it underneath. I closed my eyes and tried to picture a sexy female celebrity that would motivate me to masturbate for. There was everything from leather bondage gear, to outfits of transparent lace and silk. There was even a rack with, what Matt could only describe as fairy wings, the large butterfly shapes reminding him of costumes from a renaissance festival. There were display shelves arranged around the room like spokes of a wheel, holding all sorts of creams, lotions, incense, sexual enhancement devices, gag gifts, nipple clamps, cock rings, and many things Matt had never seen before and could only imagine. Princess Dee gave him instructions to take the bus to the third stop, getoff, and then go west another two blocks to the city market. She thentold Tom that she was going to stay on the line and listen to everythingthat transpired and that he was to put the phone in his shirt pocketuntil he got to the store.Tom was sweating and mentally exhausted when he got to the bus stop. Thefear that someone would notice his undergarments was palpable, and mostof the sweat was due to this rather than his. What was so goddamn funny? This was torture! I opened my eyes.Steve had undressed. His cock was the biggest I'd seen. And more importantly, hard. Ready. And inches away from my hungry pussy."Are you ready to be satisfied?" he smiled.I grabbed Steve's cock with both hands, trying to maneuver it into me. It was warm and oh so wonderfully thick! He chuckled again pulling my hands away. I whimpered again, language lost to me."No, it's time to have your fill, Leigh. Come here."My eyes went to his.