SPANK ME SUGAR SPANK ME!(3)

After three more weekend playdates, and five vanilla dates, Ray and Oot extended an offer to Sarah that she’d been hoping would come sooner rather than later—to spend the weekend with the men, at their house. More specifically, in their bed. The week crawled for kitten. Both men took great pains to tease her mercilessly all week, Ray and Oot over the phone and through text messages. Ray ordered her not to masturbate or come until she was under his and Oot’s care on Friday. By Friday morning, she felt ready to rip out of her skin and run around screaming. She received permission to wear panties at work and when running errands or she’d have a wet spot on her pants as well. What she hadn’t counted on was working herself into a frazzle, nervous energy combining with adrenaline as she raced through work before leaving early and heading straight home to clean her house and get ready for Ray and Oot. She plopped down on the couch, dressed and packed and ready to go, with the early news on a