I handed her the glass and sat back down on the couch. She quickly drank it all down and kept telling me about her night. After five minutes or so, ...she got up and went into the kitchen. I could hear her fixing another glass and I thought that it’s probably better here at home than where she was. She returned with her arms loaded with a two litter of Coke, the bottle of rum, and two full glasses. She handed me one and said “I’m not drinking alone”.We drank and talked for a while and I could. She had a thong that hid well once her gaff was in place. C-cup push up bra gave her a nice cleavage. I also had her wearing a red cocktail dress with a nice little slit that showed off her legs. I'm sure her cock was struggling to free itself of the cage that was her gaff.Her eyeshadow was a red as well, with a deep dark burgundy eyeliner and lip liner, and a fire engine red lipstick that matched her dress and high heels.The time comes and its time to see how good she is, to test her. She couldn’t wait to join him, but the rabbit had a somewhat dampening effect on the mood. Fighting to keep a straight face she asked, ‘What are you doing with my rabbit? It seems like that should be illegal.’ ‘I didn’t have a guitar with me.’ ‘Ah. I see.’ She covered her mouth with her hands but was losing her struggle with laughter. Brody propped himself on one elbow and arched an eyebrow. ‘Ryan, I did not come all the way to Boston so that you could laugh at me.’ ‘I’m sorry, but a toy purple. He was moving around. He was “excited” for some reason. She didn’t know why but she could tell something bothered him. He had become restless again, restless as usual, and deep into the night he wished he had someone there to comfort him due to the profound darkness floating into the window. He hated that. He hated that darkness surrounding him and he rocked and rocked and that made noise she did not understand. He looked outside and not seeing any light out there he’d “moan” out loud. Yes, she.