Nope! (Different neighbour)

On the second landing down, the leash tugs, “Stop. Kneel, faggot.”

I mindlessly drop to my knees as I hear another voice, “Hey, Kassie ... uh, what's going on?”

“I'm taking my faggot back to its parents' house for a visit,” she replies, “They're waiting for their turn to use this fag.” I hear the man's voice hum, then huff.

“Right, of course, only natural,” he concludes, “Mind if I?”

“It'll be $50.00,” she says; the man hums again, then I hear money changing hands, “Go ahead. Make a mess.” I can hear a button, then a zipper, and then smell his musk. She tugs the leash and I open my mouth, and a thick, hard cock slides in.

I begin to suck in brainless, reprogrammed obedience, bobbing my head on the man's meat until his hand comes down on the back of my head. I moan for his pleasure as he starts to fuck my mouth in earnest, right there in the building stairwell.

“Make a mess, you said?” he groans the question with arousal as he hammers my mouth for nearly twenty minutes before I can feel his heartbeat in his dick, and she hums an affirmation, “And wipe off?”

“Mm, one of its ears, or its hair, I guess,” my Mistress replies, as the man pulls my hair and slides out. Thick pulses of his cum pump across my face, then he tugs my head down and wipes off in my hair. I hear the button and the zipper again.

“Thanks, Kassandra,” the man says.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” she replies cheerfully, and then tugs the leash, “Up, faggot. Stairs.” I brainlessly and silently stand, and we resume down until I feel hot asphalt underneath my soles. She walks, and then pushes on my back.

“Get in the back, faggot. Messy fags ride in the back like cargo,” she orders. I obediently climb into the back of my vehicle, and she closes the back door behind me. After a minute or so, she's in the driver's seat, and we're on our way on the road.