Three.
No.
Four.
Better.
The strange woman noticed each inhalation and her eyes followed my naked body as I moved and freed myself little by little from the leather and the tightness of my muscles.
Natalie rose to her feet, and I got to shaky, unused legs.
“Cry Baby.”
I looked at her expectantly, pulling back in case she intended to knock me back down.
“You are truly disgusting. Get cleaned up. Oh, and before you go?”
I waited, the smell of my own excrement making my eyes water. It was worse now that I was no longer restrained.
“This is Melodie.”
The woman blinked in her soft, sensual way as a greeting.
“Nice to finally meet you, Cry Baby. We’re gonna have fun.”
“Should I know you?”
“Nope.”
Her smile was easy, and her gum popped in her mouth as she eyed my cock openly.
“I know enough about you, baby boy.”
“If that info is from Natalie, then I doubt that.”
She giggled and twirled her gum in her mouth. “I know you count everything and cry a lot. And you’re a cute little virgin.”
My expression betrayed me, and she caught it instantly.
“I know loud environments overwhelm you for the first few minutes,” she continued.
Strike two.
“I know you avoid eye contact when you’re lying.”
Strike three.
She folded her arms, and now her smile felt uncomfortable.
“Oh! And I know you hate being looked at for the snack you are.” Natalie looked positively delighted, and she petted the girl’s head.
How old was this person? She seemed to be around my age, but there was something almost childlike about her.
“See? I told you, didn’t I?”
I looked between them, trying to understand this strange interaction, while also subtly covering my dick.
“What exactly is this?”
