..before they order you not to

Your breathing starts to get heavy as you bring yourself towards a dangerous climax, your left hand pinching, squeezing, brutally molesting your torso, and your right plunging three fingers in and out of your pussy, achingly trying to climax before the guys start to do whatever it is they want to you, when out of the corner of your eye, you see an article of clothing draped over the door.

"Stop what you're doing and take it. Unless you don't want it."

You know that's not Oliver's voice, but you're so close, and your eyes squeeze involuntarily as your try to hurry your pace and climax quickly, and you start gasping loudly as you feel the surge within you, not caring who hears you. Unfortunately, while you're so close to your peak, and you're squeezing one of your breasts tigihtly, the piece of clothing slowly starts to get pulled back off of the door.

"If you don't take this you're not getting anything else. So unless you want to walk out of there naked...."

With a groan, you get up to grab it, and while your nerves are still charged from the orgasm you almost had, you're still unsatisfied. You pull it off of the door and examine it.

"Am I getting anything else?" you ask hopefully.