Patrick remained emotionless on the sidelines, his expression unchanged even seeing the distress written in mine. By that time, I was beyond embarrassment. More important than my own shame was keeping my body from pushing out the damn thing—and finding some relief from the overpowering arousal, which grew more intense by the minute.
“You get used to this one, I got a bigger one ready and waiting,” Jess informed me. “Later tonight, naughty baby, later tonight.” His dark eyes gleamed. His intent was as evil as Patrick’s. He turned to his girlfriend again, taking from her a fistful of straps: a belt for around my waist, and a second strap that would pass through my crotch and connect to the waistband front and back. After buckling the waist strap in place, he thread the lower strap between m
