.
"I'll have to answer it. Mom told us to expect them. She'll be mad if she gets back and finds that the store tried to deliver it and found nobody home."
"I'll just be a minute. Don't go away now!"
Giggling at her own joke, Amy skips out of the room. She pushes the door behind her, but not hard enough for it to close. There's a foot-wide gap. And to get to the kitchen the delivery men will have to walk past it.
Can you at least move to where you can't be seen by a casual glance through the door? You tense your muscles, ready to try to roll behind a chair. But you daren't move. The rope against your clitoris and the vibrator in your vagina have you right on the edge. You're not gagged. If you cum you'll make enough noise to attract the attention of anyone in the house.
Freeze. Lie still. Lie still. Try not to breathe. Don't cum. Oh God, don't let me cum until they've gone away. Don't let them see me like this.
The sound of the front door opening. Voices murmuring. You can make out Amy's, and the word 'kitchen'. Footsteps, coming closer. Then going on into the kitchen. The sound of a heavy object being put down. Then the footsteps return. They stop outside the living room door.
You screw your eyes shut. If you can't see them then they can't see you.
But a movement of air tells you that the door has been opened.
"What... Hey, what have we here? Mike - leave that oven alone and come see what I've found."
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