Wrapping myself in my big fuzzy robe, I walked to the kitchen to grab a drink and let the bathroom de-steam itself. Taking down the shot glass Ben bro...ught me back from the Harley Davidson factory ten years ago, I poured myself a shot of Jack Daniels to calm my nerves. “Shit!” I said, seeing it was already 7:30 and we were all supposed to meet at 8. Running back into the bathroom, I decided the hairstyle planned for tonight needed to go from wavy curls cascading down my back to a braid to deal. Ring! Click! “Hello, welcome to Acme warehouse consolidation how may we help you?” Came the sweet voice of a young sounding female.“Yes I have an order I’d like to place, 1 million square feet needed.” The woman answered still holding her anger in check.“Alright please hold while I connect you.” Can the perky voice.There was a series of clicks then came a man’s voice, “What in the hell happened? We sent you in for a simple retrieval! I want you back here.”“I’m not coming back in you stupid son. I've never been that petrified in my life. Even now writing this , that feeling is returning .Then through the eerie silence, I became aware of my surroundings. I could hear the moans from a sexy black tranny with a extremely large penis being fucked( one of my favorite scenes) . My intruders eyes roam from me, to the scene , back to me. Also I glanced over and saw I left my lube out and open, and worst I had removed my dildo and left it near the lube - still on!To add to my horror, I never saw. When I opened my eyes, I set the phone on my desk and stood from the chair. I slowly walked out of my study, through the kitchen and past Rachel, and into the living room. Ryan was still sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. As I stood next to him, he turned his head and looked up at me."So how's Mark?" he asked."Fine," I said.Then he turned back to the paper. "Eh, that's good."As he continued reading, I looked down at him, and then back over my shoulder into the kitchen where Rachel was.