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“If I haven’t come out in five minutes, send in the first guy.” Tegan bolted the door from the inside and paced in the tiny box when Angus had left. She couldn’t believe his fucking nerve. When he won his free pass from her she expected him to make her do something weird and humiliating, maybe in public. Worst case scenario he’d try and fist her like Brandon had. She never considered he’d offer her up like some common prostitute to suck off a bunch of random guys she didn’t know. And some of them had seen her already and knew it was here in here! They’d know it was her. A dozen times she nearly threw the privacy bolt and walked out and a dozen times she stopped herself. On the other hand, this was a challenge. A month ago she couldn’t have imagined being here, doing this, but the idea of going through with it was, she had to admit, thrilling. What if she walked away? She could always try again later, but in that case, why not do it now? She inspected the hidden glory holes on each side of the both. It was narrow enough that theoretically she could sit in the middle and comfortably reach each side with her hands. The holes were concealed behind sliding panels that latched on their respective teen sides for privacy to reveal a generous hole that could accommodate any conceivable girth. She supposed that if one of the men were to look through the hole he would be able to see her face, but not if she stayed close to the wall. There was a dimmer switch which she tested and found she could turn the lights down a little but not all the way. Maybe innocent that would be enough to preserve her anonymity? She sat down on the bench and opened both panels from her side, then picked up a sealed bottle of water from a small stockpile on the floor to take a sip in the hopes of settling her nerves. She buried her face in her hands. She wasn’t going to leave, was she? She was going to stay in here and service up to fifteen guys, most of whom she’d never seen before, whose names she would never know. When that thought ran through her head she felt a twinge in her cunt, and knew that she was going to go through with it. Barely seconds after her five minutes had passed the panel to her right opened and she looked up to see a circumcised black cockhead advancing towards her through the portal. Simon, it had to be. His shop, his club, and the principle of rank hath it’s privileges. Of course he’d want to go first. After a moment of hesitation she wrapped her fingers babe gently around the semi hard shaft and felt Hardcore it respond to her touch. She’d never been with a black guy before. Not that she had any objection, it just hadn’t happened in her limited sexual history. She ran her fingers along the shaft and over the head, examining it in detail as it slowly swelled to size. She estimated it was BDSM about Angus’ thickness but a little longer, though not as impressive as Trevor’s. Well, enough reminiscing. I was close and soon shot my load into her. As we walked away I send one of the spreadie photos to John with the text, “Holy shit!” Thea gasped. With a scream, she gushed her release down her legs, and Night Eyes unceremoniously tossed the high-elf aside, where Astrid teen greedily took the leftovers. “I love you baby, and I’m so proud of you.” I nod at the sheriff. Carole was BDSM dizzy and almost collapsed. Molly’s gaze innocent was piercing. I woke up because the vibrator had been turned back Hardcore on, but when I tried to move I couldn't. “Didn’t think so,” she said quickly and babe then suddenly plunged her staff into Kitty One’s side.