Send her home

{if SYNOPSIS = true}

//wish her luck, send her on her way, unsure if you actually helped her.

{elseif FINAL = true}

We lay together, panting and covered is sweat. She gives me a sort of nuzzle as I kiss her salty neck.

“What do you think of the restraints?” I ask.

“They did what you hoped, didn’t they? Let you have your way with a gullible victim.”

“My victims are more slutty than gullible. Any time you need them, they are here for you.”

“After that fucking I won’t need them for a while.”

I sit up then free her from the straps. She hands me the cuffs as she removes them.

“You say that now, but it’s like a hangover. You swear it off, but eighteen hours later getting drunk doesn’t sound so bad.”

“So you are saying I have a cock hangover?”

“It’s the first stage of addiction. I’ll get you a washcloth.”

“No need. I’ll shower at home. Sorry to fuck and run.” She straightens her shorts and pulls them up as she stands.

“At least you don’t have far to go.” She straightens her button-up shirt and ties it closed, the sheen of fresh cum visible on her chest. We walk to the front door together. I didn’t do half of what I wanted to her, but it is getting late as it is. “See you in eighteen hours then?”

She laughs. “I... I would like that, but I need to figure some things out at home.” She kisses me on the lips and leaves before I find a witty response.

{else}Play in game mode.{endif}