“Do it again, fucker,” I told him.“Mind telling me what you’re up to, Guy?” he asked me. “You sure don’t need to get me drunk to get a p...ece of my ass, buddy!”“I’m not trying to get you drunk, Napoleon,” I said. “I’m just getting you ready so you can give me a fucking shower! Now drain it!”With a “thumbs up” and a boyish grin, he tipped the bottle back and finished it.“Want another one, fucker?” I asked him.“Why the fuck not,” he answered with a laugh. “I got no place else I wanna go right now. And she could tell that there was possibly moreto 'me' than I was letting on. She could probably also tell that Iwasn't really that happy."Hey," she suddenly said, ending the silence and throwing me the key tothe shed. "You'd better get your finger out as it's starting to rainharder now. The tools are in the usual place, try not to get too wet..."I went back downstairs, opened up the shed and started to sort out sometools. Mitch had a reasonable set of tools, some having been left by. The mirror revealed that behind me was a camera mounted on a tripod and on a dresser behind me were several other cameras and a few bottles of beer and other bottles of something. No windows were visible in what I could see with my restricted movement.My jaw was sore and I could only imagine why that was the case, as I took stock of what happened and where I was. I could also smell what I guess was cat urine in the air and that was about it.I lowered my head a bit to rest it on the mattress and. I was hoping that what is happening now, would happen. You have given me countless erections. I'm going to enjoy fucking you tonight. My fantasy of having you will finally come true." My pussy flooded again. I took hold of Ty's cock and ran my long nails up and down his shaft. I wanted him to be as horny as I was. Ty and I were now on our sides, facing each other, when he lifted my leg. His cock rubbed my pussy, getting his cock tip wet. I scooched my ass closer to him. His cock pressing into.