When I got there and picked up the phone, I looked down. There were some lacey things inside, panties, bras, and stockings. On top of it all, was a vi...brator. It was seven inches long, and made of purple rubber. My eyes fixed on it. I flashed back to the other night, and thought about her foot twitching. I thought of the muffled “huh!” I imagined her naked on her bed, with that fake cock between her legs, throwing herself all over the bed. I was shaking. I picked up the phone and turned out of. When my buddy invited me along on his date with Evie because she wanted a three-some, I should’ve enjoyed that first wild piece of ass and never looked back. But my little head took over and I asked her first for one date and then more.I knew from the word around that even though I was screwing her each time we got together, there were others in between our dates. I didn’t really care, I was getting what I wanted. How much I was hooked on her wasn’t apparent until she disappeared for a. I move my mouth over your soft, full outer lips with their fine hair. They open under my touch. Unhurriedly I continue to give them my attention, making you wait, deliberately drawing it out. I make little raids, darting and nibbling at you until I finally capture your delicate slippery nub. Your hand is in my hair. My mouth is full of your juices. You are dissolving beneath me into a warm salty pool, a silky swamp I could willingly drown in. And I still have one more trick up my sleeve. I slip. I'll change all the newspaper, hospital, police, OSU's and all other records so they'll all show that Prof and I were discovered alive in the basement, but we were so badly injured that we've had a very long convalescence in a hospital in LA.I'll find everyone that needs to have their memories adjusted. When I do so, I'll also tweak them not to be curious about our absence. The owner of the building the kidnappers used will remember finding us alive, as will the cops and paramedics who were.