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I_BiT3: You know exactly what that means Jenifer

L3NS_72: No, I don't.

I_BiT3: I know you like to look at people; it’s why you always have a camera in your hand. No one ever questioned you then.

L3NS_72: That's a stretch.

I_BiT3: Is it Jenifer?

L3NS_72: No one calls me that except my mother

I_BiT3: And me.

L3NS_72: And now you

I_BiT3: Maybe we should see how much you like to be watched

L3NS_72: What does that even mean?!

I_BiT3: Maybe I need to send you another present

L3NS_72: I couldn't accept another gift the music is more than enough

I_BiT3: Show me what you look like

I was taken back by her change in topic, how quickly she pivoted to something new.

L3NS_72: I don't have any photos on the computer, sorry.

In truth I don't think I have any photos at all, maybe my parents have some childhood photos with my siblings, but I have never been one to be in the frame. Yet I feel the need to apologize for not meeting her requirements.

I_BiT3: we should fix that, all those cameras and not a single photo of yourself.

L3NS_72: It's the way I like it.

I_BiT3: pity

I_BiT3: did you get my other gift?

L3NS_72: what other gift?

I_BiT3: Look in the box, Jenifer

I reach down and back into the discarded box, rummaging around in the bottom of the cardboard. I toss peanut packaging out the way before my hand rests on something silicone and hard. Pulling out the thick plastic cock I can feel my eyes widen at its girth. I feel my pulse quicken and a throb in my pussy at the thought of taking it.

When I look back up at the screen, I see Bite has logged out but not without a string of messages.

I_BiT3: I hope you take that for me

I_BiT3: and tell me all about it

I_BiT3: goodnight, Jenifer

chapter

eight

It’s late by the time I log off the computer and turn my attention back to the window, dusk has long since fallen and people are back in their homes enjoying the dying embers of their Saturday. It’s sweltering yet again; any hint of a breeze is a distant memory from this morning.