Leaning back against the tank, I pushed my hand into my waist band and began to play with the little gold barbell that pierced my hood. I lost myself ...n pleasure, growing more bold as the minutes wore on, alone in my wicked little fantasy, the realization that I was going to cum locked away in the bathroom stall dawning upon me.I would have too, only I heard the door open. I froze, my fingers poised halfway inside of me while my heart hammered so loudly that I was sure it would give me away. I. I actually own a house in town—but it’s rented out through the end of the semester which may be a moot point if I decide not to stay. In any event, I’ve got a list of potential short terms and sublets that I’m going to explore over the next couple of days, finding a place in the middle of a semester has it’s challenges.’ ‘I’ll ask around, maybe I can help.’ ‘Great! Tomorrow then?’ ‘Absolutely!’ And he was gone as if he had never existed. A half an hour later at home in her single apartment—her. “You are officially invited,” Stella replied, her voice husky and pleasure-filled. “We thought you’d like a nice surprise when you got home,” she explained quickly, moaning loudly as Carly worked some sort of magic with her tongue. Stepping out of his pants and boxers, Brad moved closer to the bed, stroking his hand up and down his rapidly hardening his cock. Without really thinking about it, he stepped in behind Carly and with his hands on her hips, ran the tip of his cock up and down her slit. What he didn't know, was that John was going to carry high value stock with his half camel load.John would have lots of free time between attacks and while not hunting, to make carvings. They didn't take up much room, and were quite valuable if parceled out sparingly. At the first wooded area they passed through, John, guided by Zithrusa, traded the tired little ass for enough fine cured wood to fill the rest of their half a camel load. Perhaps the man who traded the wood thought they were.