Go Home

"I'll tell you something, you've been a very good boy." Robin said. They were walking on the road. Yes, like, on the road. Right in the middle of it.

She had told him that if he didn't, she would do what he didn't want her to.

Publish that photo.

So basically for now, or probably for ever, Mike was under Robin's command. Thankfully, not even one car passed the road as they were going back home.

One the top of walking in the middle of the road, he also had to walk normal a being. With the speed of a normal person. Robin was often stop and look around.

Meanwhile Mike would have to stand there. Not even able to hide his things.

It was straight up erect now. Right at a right angle from his body.

They had actually had an agreement. If he, even by mistake, laid a hand on his things to hide them, he would have to spent the remaining night naked, and handcuffed. That was somewhat stupid, but Robin was having plain fun.

She had not even glanced at it once.

He was thankful of the fact that atleast she hadn't commented on that. He didn't know how he'd be able to handle that.

Nevertheless, they reached the house after what seemed like hours. Finally as they reached by the door. A car speed off the road. Robin looked around, but by that time, it was gone.

"What great luck, pal!" she slammed on Mike's left shoulder.

And then she pressed the bell to the Wheeler House. Mike's heart kept beating furiously. This was it. This was it.

"Ya know why I'm doing this to you?" Robin asked him, almost whispering. "Because I know you. I was at your place a day long ago. And remember this, this experience," she moved too close, "this experience… you'll remember it for a lifetime. So enjoy sweetheart!"

And just then, Mike's heart skipped a minute-load of heartbeats as the door was opened, by Nancy.

And he couldn't help but put a hand to hide his willy.