I heard a gasp from behind the door and a male voice piped up, "Son of a bitch!"The world seemed to go into slow motion at this point, and three thing...s happened simultaneously:1. Claire's already tight pussy clamped down on my shaft as I kept pumping sperm inside.2. A graying but massive man in his late 40s kicked in the door to the fitting room, ripping the deadbolt out of the frame.3. The bride-to-be, two of her bridesmaids, and Claire's British co-worker all gasped in astonishment as they. Whispers went through the crowd as the women realised I was tonight's entertainment, and I heard gasps, laughter and at least one exclamation of "What the fuck is that?".I tried to focus on the crisp twenty pound note I was going to receive, half of which would go on rent, the other half on my monthly subscriptions to spankingteenjessica.com, inbedwithfaith.co.uk and springthomas.com. If I had any left over, Keith at the SexToys R Us had a new extra small fleshlight in stock I was saving up. I sighed. I didn't want the noise I was going to make to get Muttley all excited, so I closed the door.There was a piece of paper taped to the back of the door.It said: "You won't find them, because I'm not stupid enough to leave them here. Give it up, you putz. You just made the price go up another five hundred bucks. And by the way, I installed a silent alarm, and I WILL press charges."There was a little smiley face drawn at the end of the message.The only upside was that I figured out she. One there was all sorts of bruises and lash marks all over her body from last night’s bondage parade. She could have sworn that all that got marked up was the backside of her body not her front. Oh well she thought to herself they were welcomed badges of honor. The second thing she noticed was that her body hurt like hell and not from the hangover. Sure the hangover sucked but her breasts hurt and felt completely swollen. Her nipples were still standing at full attention. Her hips hurt.