We were sweating and breathing heavily. He was hard, his cock was pointing upwards, it was even bigger now about 9 inches. I couldnt help but notice t...his. I tried to ignore it. After that we just got up and had some dinner. We never dressed up after wrestling. He was walking around with his huge cock dangling between his legs. I could not stop staring at it. I was curious as his was too big. After that i went to my room and slept. I woke up a few hours later with sounds coming from Johns room.. My back and head were against the wall with my legs stretched out just under the windowsill. From this angle, if leaned forward slightly and looked out to the left, I had an unobstructed view of Staci tanning by the pool. Usually this was my routine every Saturday. After I did the yard I would race upstairs and watch Staci suntan and masturbate while fantasizing about her. But for some reason I felt guilty about it. Maybe it was my Catholic upbringing or because I imagined she might find it. Her hair was a damp, tangledmess and her face was creased with pressure lines from the seams of the hood.The foam plug was still inside her mouth, and her stretched lips were dry andcracked. She moaned softly as John grasped the foam and wiggled and tuggeduntil it popped from between her teeth. The gag was dropped on the floor besidethem with a wet plop. To his amazement, she twisted in his direction and smiled at him. "Hello,Master." She croaked. "Hello my love." He answered softly. "You have. She’s ready for the quick trip to an adult shop. A couple hours later, returning to her apartment, the package in hand, she glances around the room, figures out her plan. Feeling almost obsessed, nervous yet excited, ripping the brown wrapping open, she feels the supple leather in one hand, the contrasting harshness of the metal in the other. Thinking of the look on the clerk’s face, the almost lewd, knowing all stares as he rang the items up, his eyes roving as he obviously enjoyed.