Delivery

You chose the exhibitionist add on and place the order. Nothing to do now but wait for the delivery. It's only supposed to be two days, but those two days are torturous for you, imagining how Harley is going to be for you.

Two days later, almost to the minute. The doorbell rings. You look out the window and frown, not seeing any vehicles and not expecting any visitors. You go to open the door and hear catcalls as you see Harley turn and yank down her top at a passing motorist. Calling her attire minimal would be stretching a point. You hadn't thought she'd show up out of costume, or without being delivered in a crate or something. Still, her cutoff jean shorts are flossing into her otherwise bare cunt. Her top, which was hardly covering her tits before, she had pulled off anyway, totally exposing her awesome soft mounds of flesh. Other than a pair of sandals and a small carry bag, she's only wearing a collar.

"Hey there, baby! Bet you didn't expect to see me so soon, did you?" She undoes her shorts and steps out of them, nearly causing a car accident as she steps up to you and grabs your crotch and purrs. "Master needs to give his Harley a ride. He hasn't given her one in far too long..."