Just as he squirted the last drop into me, one of the white guys from the steam room walked in. This time, we could not pretend nothing was happening.... He had his hand on the back of my head and my mouth was stuffed with his cock. Nonchalantly, he pulled out and walked away. The two of us both jacked off in silence.The entire weekend I thought about the forcefulness of the man at the gym, and how much I really wanted more. That following week I went on my usual day but didn't see him in the. "That's a good girl, what a good little slut I have, I love seeing you open for Me." I coo soflty at His words. He sits nexto me, watching me intently. Then i gasp as He shows me the big black butt plug. He smiles as He watches me squirm as He puts it gently into my opening, i am wet... so wet. He slides the butt plug over my slit, teasing me from my clit to my puckered opening. He lubes it up and slides it sharply into my asshole. He whispers huskilly, "OOhhh girl, i love seeing your ass. Especially when you’ve only had one cuppa with your b. and eggs. Wandy giving me the old heave-and-ho, “You can’t be late again, Birdie.”But there I was, frozen in time, standing in that damnable streetcar. In full profile, in this case.Ms. Sloane turned the screen back to face her. Was that a small smile? “All right, I’ve examined the evidence, Birdie.”I nodded, folded my arms, All-Business Brewster.“Your Miss McGovern is hearing wedding bells, correct?”More nodding.“And you can’t discern them. The west side of the building overlooked a relative new apartment block. I stopped to survey the scene, not expecting to see anything. There was a few lights on, but nothing much to catch my eye… until I noticed the flickering of candlelight in one window.The window was on the second floor of the apartment building, almost directly opposite where I was looking out. The room behind the window was well-lit by candles that were burning all around the room and creating a sepia-tinted scene. There.