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Chapter 3
As Pete Wentz strolled down a long hallway, his eyes caught a glimpse of something on a security cameras monitor. He walked back two steps and entered the buildings security center room. There was eight small TV monitors and two empty chairs in front of him.
The building put up a security system to scare away unwanted visitors, but never really hired any people to monitor the monitors. Pete focused in on the one monitor that had caught his attention. His eyes widened, his hand flew up to his mouth and he thought, way to go Ryan! Pete then closed the rooms door and made himself comfortable in one of the chairs.
Pete looked on as the threesome in the elevator began to talk to one another. Damn, Pete thought to himself, why didn’t these monitors come with sound! It looked as if the three were trying to decide on something, but what?
Suddenly Max dropped down to his knees and Diana opened her purse in search of something. Max undid the rest of Ryan’s pants and pulled them down along with his underwear.
Ryan could do nothing but look on to what was about to transpire.
Max brought his mouth right to Ryan’s already half erect member and licked it base to tip. Max then stood and took Ryan’s mouth with his own. After quite some search through her purse Diana found her soft blush brush. Well sometimes you just have to make your own toys, she thought. While the two guys kissed, she teased Ryan’s package by tickling it with her blush brush. But Ryan was making sounds far from laughing.
Diana suddenly felt an urge to replace the soft brush with her own wet mouth.
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Pete suddenly wished he had popcorn or some lotion. Wow, he thought to himself, this is better than the porn I usually watch. He began to feel his pants tighten even more so than they already were.
Unexpectedly, the security room’s door opened. Pete knew he heard it open but it wasn’t registering in his mind so he kept on watching the monitor.
Gabe Saporta of Cobra Starship walked right into the security room while chowing down on some cheesy puffs. He looked to the monitor Pete seemed to be watching and began to choke on his puffs.
Pete then spun around in his chair. “Oh!” Pete got up and hit Gabes back a couple of times until his breathing returned to normal.
“What the hell are you watching?” were the first words out of Gabes mouth as he pointed over at the screens.
“Umm, you brought these cheese puffs for me right?” Pete was hungry. He took the puffs and sat back down.
“Where’s…? How did…? Do they know…?” Gabe couldn’t seem to finish any of his sentences now. Gabe took the empty seat next to Pete and looked on.
Pete then added, “You know, I don’t think they know one little bit.” He then smiled to Gabe and Gabe smirked back. They then continued to watch together.
Back in the elevator, Diana felt the need to start controlling these boys.
“Ok, enough of this,” She began, “It’s time to play by my rules.”
In no time at all she had the two stand naked in front of her and had them awaiting her instructions.
Diana herself was down to just her bra and panties.
She was lucky enough to have put on a scarf hair band this morning and a scarf made belt. Which she now used as restraints so the boys coun’t touch themselves or her. Until she was ready. The boys hands were tied behind their backs.
First she went in front of Max; she started at his nipples, then slowly kissed her way down to his pelvis, but before she went too far she traveled back up to his neck. She then went on to Ryan and did then same to him only she could tell he had more trouble with the restraints. He wanted to touch her, and Max.
“Oh man!” Pete said.
“Wow…” Gabe said, “hey gimme back my puffs.”
Pete raised his hands in the air like he was watching a game on TV, “She is torturing them!”
“I love my puffs.” Gabe mumbled to himself.
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