A quick departure

Mr. Moore's phone suddenly started ringing and he quickly withdrew his finger from my ass.

"This call may take a while, go on back to your wife and we will finsih working out the details on Monday," he said with a smile. "You might want to...uh...use my restroom to clean up."

He answered his phone as I slipped down the hall to his bathroom. I grabbed a wash rag, wet it and quickly cleaned hia cum from my face.

As I was hanging the rag up, I noticed the items spread out on the bathroom counter for the first time. There were a couple of silver butt plugs, in various sizes; two bottles of lube (one scented); a pair of fuzzy handcuffs; a realistic and probably very expensive pocket pussy; and a big, black and vieny dildo that was about two foot long and as big around as my forearm.

I wondered if he planned to use any of those on me.

Mr. Moore was still on the phone when I came out of the bathroom and headed back to look for Susan. I scanned into our room and stepped insidento find...