I have one hand in Ret’s and the other gripping the railing, holding on for dear life as I try to steady myself and not tumble to the bottom. He helps me to the same booth we sat in earlier. The evil bastard made me keep the plug and the bullet nestled inside me when we left the room. Like I didn’t have a hard enough time walking from the intense orgasm, having my ass filled and my pussy stuffed made everything worse. When I slide across the seat, the plug digs deeper into me. I squeeze my legs together, trying to relieve the pressure that built up during the walk, but my overly sensitive clit only makes things worse. “Let’s talk about tonight and how you feel,” he says, motioning toward our waitress we had earlier. “I feel good,” I tell him, staring straight into his eyes. “Was it hard for you to follow commands?” he asks and rubs the palms of his hands against his jeans.
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