An alert on Lyla’s phone went off, then she handed the camera to Muffy and said, “Always keep me in the frame. Do a good job,” and walked to the door. She pressed a button on the panel that made a loud buzzing noise, then unhooked the chain on the door. She then rushed over, tits bouncing, to the couch and grabbed a silk robe she had previously laid out and slid it on to cover up before taking a seat on the couch. A moment later there was a knock on the door. Lyla sexily walked over and opened it for two large black men who confidently strode in. The men were in their mid-20s and very muscular with noticeable tattoos on their arms and neck. They were dressed very urban stylish and appeared to have money as their clothes were evidently very expensive. They were inexpensive compared to the suits that Sean normally wore, but, then again, at the moment, Sean was Muffy and Muffy was only wearing a metal restraint on his penis and a woman’s burlesque mask.
“The fuck is this shit?” One of the men asked upon seeing the overweight, nearly naked man with his dick locked in a cock cage.