The Ad
Ch 3
“No, no. Not that one, the smaller one, bring the smaller one!” I yelled to the idiot mover, “The one that’s marked to go!”. As I point to the smallish yellow sticker, right on the front drawer. He peeks around the corner and sees it, rolls his eyes and heaves it up on his massive shoulders, dinging both pieces on its way up. Good lord, this guy is a gorilla. I give an eye roll of my own to rival his and turn back to disassemble a shelf unit. I still can’t believe I’m doing this…
Literally two days ago, I met these people and agreed to this crazy illogical, sex-pet thing and had not one but four mind blowing orgasms that night, and a multitude of smaller ones thrown in. I vaguely remember signing a document with my mouth full of cock and a vibrator stuffed inside my pussy. He won’t actually fuck me until I move in, something about enjoying me being his more… Just thinking about it makes my knees shake and panties damp. And because I can’t wear any protective undergarments, I’ve settled on a short pair of black denim cutoffs. I’m hoping the wetness won’t be as apparent on dark fabric. Focus, shelf!