I kept reassuring myself, when I heard soft footsteps. The light, quiet footsteps of a girl... I started to panic. What the fuck do I do?! I contemplated hiding behind the couch when Jax came around the corner, her bare feet lighting thumping teen on the carpet. Oh, thank Christ. Jax asian smiled. "Oh, hey Matt. Some show, huh?" I slowly nodded. "Yeah... it was... really cool." She squinted her eyes suspiciously and nodded her head. "Yeah... so, what do you plan on doing the rest of the night?" I stayed silent for a few seconds. Finally acknowledging the question, I shook my japanese head slowly. "Oh, uh, no... I don't know." Jax scrunched her mouth and moved it to the side, tilting her head; a look that showed she was thinking, or concerned. She crossed her arms, slowly walking up to me. "Matt, what's wrong?" I’m fucking stupid. I shook my head, normally this time. "Nothing's wrong, Jax." She shook her head, setting herself down next to me. "Matt, it's okay. You can tell me anything," she said, slowly rubbing my arm. I felt a butt shock course through my arm when she touched me. This had to stop. "I know, Jax, I know. I appreciate that. But really, don't worry about me. I'm just fine," I said, laughing for effect. She slowly nodded, still rubbing my arm. She shrugged. "Alright… if you say so. But if something does end up coming up," she said, pointing her thumbs to herself, "this is the Hairy gal to come to." I smiled. But her wet, sucking lips continued to devour the blood-beating hardness of his cock-head. We went downstairs and back into the garden. It sounded like things were getting lively. Within a minute his knot was swelling and he managed to force it deep inside. "Oh you feel good, you were taking too long to decide." The bench is direct in the upper floor. When we arrived back at the Commune, I noticed the clock on the dash telling me it was 4:54am. A few days later I knew my friend was out but I pretended to not know so that I could invite myself in to wait. She winced but made no move to get away from my trailing fingers. They were warm and firm, but at the same time rough and Hairy butt undesirable. There were more rooms here than I wanted to count. By the pain. She gasped in surprise and as her pretty mouth opened he plunged his still spurting cock further into its warm depths . . . She loved his teen goofiness, but japanese she was turned on and ready. I said yes, I am a master of slaves, but I love all of my girls. “Anything!” She giggled. You’re gonna love this!” he said fucking me hard. “But, you'll have to wait until later. "Way more interesting than just you're average cream pie right?" Leave it”, she reasoned. I’d better go get my shopping done.” She picked up her purse again, along with the bottle of asian water and took a big swig. So I could monitor what the guests typed. I didn't have to deal with all the drama they would have caused.