Before he closed the door, Nils spied Dag down the hall near the kitchen and motioned for him. Dag sauntered down the hall and through the back bedroo... door, which he promptly shut."I asked him if he wanted to smoke and my little faggot here said yes, eh," Nils smiled wickedly to Dag."Cool. My dick could use a good smoke," Dag said quietly, with a lecherous and evil look on his face.Derek was stunned, like a deer in the headlights. He simply couldn't believe the sudden turn in the two jocks'. She informed that she has to get ready to take the baby to the hospital. Her husband will come to hospital from office and they will get back home together.I told her that I will drop her to the hospital in my car as I am going in that way. She asked to wait for 15 minutes to get fresh up and ready. After some time, I heard some weird mild sounds from her room. Surprisingly, the attached bathroom door in the room was partially open and she is not in the room.So I slowly went near to bathroom. Crack. Crack.I started to lose count. I was dazed, I was in a mess of self-loathing, disgust, and pain. I suppose it ended. At least the punishment did. I relaxed a little. I didn't know whether to take my mouth off the dildo. I thought it safer to keep it on.I then felt a coolness, a finger... ahhh... lubricant... at my hole. And then some more. "Yes, slut, these are your own little cum juices. Hahaha."What? Oh. Master must have scooped up my lttle cummies, and decided to use the mess. Yuck.. A pedestrian walkway. She skipped up on it and walked through to 13-C. Down the row—nothing, no red Peugeot. She returned to the sidewalk and pressed on and came to another blank wall with a door in it. It said "Aisles 20-A through 22-D" and had an arrow pointing down. This was absurd.She stopped now and looked around in confusion. She put down her packages and pulled on her right glove, the one she'd taken off so she could get her car keys when she thought she knew where her car was. She had.