Miley's Mystery

"So what exactly is going on?" asked Miley.

"Just stop talking, Miss Cyrus, but we have a ways to go. Finger fuck yourself until we arrive, but do not orgasm."

Miley wanted to tell this guy off, but she would not speak. She undid her shorts and slid her hand down into her thong. She was freaking out. She had no idea where she was. The man drove out of L.A, and down the highway until he turned off on a side road then down a dusty road to a large metal warehouse building. There were several trucks and SUVs outside.

"Stop fingering yourself. Suck your finger clean, and zip up," said the driver.

Again without saying a word, Miley did as she was told. The man opened the door. "Come with me."

Miley wanted to run off, but she went with the man. He opened the door. It appeared to be an old warehouse, but there was a stage, a microphone, two speakers, and a guy with a sound system on the stage. About two dozen men were standing around drinking beers. Then Miley saw a table on the stage. There was a large dildo, a large anal plug, and a large vibrator on the table.

"The entertainment is here, fellas!" said the driver.

A cheer went up, and Miley wanted to sink into the ground.