Frank gets some texts

Frank slept late the next morning, his body welcoming the extra rest. He had coffee and breakfast in his third floor sunroom, watching the street as he ate. Things seemed quiet, with minimal signs of life. The party at the Scotts was supposed to start at two, and he wondered what opportunities and entertainment it would bring.

His phone started to chime with messages, and he smiled as he read them. All of them from the women and teens he had fucked on the street, and all of them anxious to know if he'd be at the party. More than a few of them added encouragement.

"Bent over in the kitchen, thinking of you!" from Jane.

"Needing you bad!" from Letitia.

"This nerdy girl needs a cock!" from Evie

"Craving your cock!" from Holly

"Do you like this? Or I could wear something sluttier!" from Tara

"Longing for my cage, Signore!" from Megan

"It's been so long! I'm going crazy!" from Heidi.

"Your deckhand is ready for service!" from Amanda

Frank replied to a few and grinned, his cock twitching with anticipation.