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Oh! Is this sexting? Do people still sext?
Casey: I’m wearing a crop top and skinny jeans.
It’s a lie. I’m in my stalking slash gonna kill a guy outfit of all black.
Dallas: Hot
I snort. If this is sexting I’m not sure either of us are doing it right.
Casey: Are you somewhere you can touch yourself?
I flick my eyes over to Kevin, who sits there with his tongue hooked to the muzzle and eyes shut. It’s not like he can get free even if he tried his hardest.
I take the few steps to the hallway and step into the bathroom. There’s a monitor in there, so I can watch Kevin if I need to.
Casey: I’m touching myself. There’s no one else in this bathroom. What do you wanna do to me?
Instead of texting back, Dallas calls me.
“Who the fuck calls people nowadays?” I whisper.
“Apparently me. Is your cock leaking?”
“Mmhmm,” I moan back. “I’m so hard thinking about you. Get some rest because I’m riding you until morning light.”
“Fuck,” he whispers.
“That’s all you got to say?” I fist my shaft and thrust into my hand. “I’m so hard for you, baby.”
“I don’t know how to do this.” Dallas laughs and I can imagine him running his hands through his hair.
“Neither do I, but I think we should give this a try, anyway.” At least as long as Kendra doesn’t show up. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Yeah, but the bathroom has other stalls. I have to be quiet.”
“You know if you’re gone too long, they’re going to think you’re taking a shit.”
Dallas groans. “Geeze Kay, what a sexy thought. I think I lost my erection.”
I snort laugh. “There you go again. Erection. Who sayserectionin the middle of a sexy phone call?”
“Who brings up shitting?”
I bark out another laugh.
“Need a little bit of help here!” Kendra calls out.
“Sorry, gotta go. Be ready tonight.” I tuck myself away and rush from the bathroom. I slide my balaclava over my face before I make it to her.
Kendra’s pulling her victim in by the armpits. I take the guy by the feet and we haul him up together. “Sorry, didn’t see your text. Dallas wanted to try sexting then he called me.”
“You are such a horn dog. I mean, I knew it, but Dallas has you like a thousand times hornier than you’ve ever been before.”
I grin and we get the guy strapped into the chair next to Kevin.
“Wow, you got started early,” Kendra says when she looks over at Kevin.
“He was getting mouthy. Couldn’t trust him not to spill the beans on live.”
