Booke frantically typed in her message and pressed send. The message she had just completed was a salacious one sent with a smiley face that looked a little naughty.
She tried focusing on finishing dinner for her daughter and her boyfriend, but her anticipation for what and how the party on the other end of her phone message would reply was possibly more than she could handle as she was tingling between her thighs something awful.
Five minutes had passed, then ten, then twenty. Brooke was beside herself thinking that now the message was over the top, too vulgar, maybe insensitive, who knew. She completed making dinner and placed the food for her guests and then excused herself sitting out on the porch of her home in case a message came.
It wasn't even five minutes later when she felt she needed to fire off another text to find out what the hold up was. The rapid movement of her fingers typed up her questioning mood and solidified it with a frowning faced emoji.
On the other end the phone the message blinked incessantly waiting for Donald to check it. He was in a heart to heart conversation with a woman down on her luck and rather than break the vibe he ignored the message although seeing enough of the abbreviated text he caught the gist and was highly intrigued on how the rest of the writing went. Upon completing his conversation, Donald looked at his phone to see her messages and fired back. She was pleased and even happier as he told her he would indeed come and see her that weekend.
When the weekend came around, their spirits were both high. On Donald's drive up, Brooke stood at the front window of her home intermittently watching for him to arrive. When he finally made it, she watched him get out of his car and walk up the pathway to her front door and knock before she opened the door. Upon opening the door, she jumped him for a kiss, which quickly turned into a full-on make-out session falling back onto her couch in the living room dry humping to the sound of a quiet house.
He began to tell her that he had a surprise for her to which her curiosity was peaked so much she stopped her advances completely. She looked at him, her top now off revealing her crimson bra and ample breasts. He smiled and reached for the overnight bag, sensing he had to show her now before too late. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black leather red ball gag, with a bit of "Here let's try this" tone to his voice and look in his face.
She didn't know what to think or say a bewildered look on her face as if she had to guess what he had brought for her she'd never have supposed that in a million years. She was a bit afraid pulling back a bit from him, but not to the point she'd overreact asking him whom the gag was for, to which he replied "It's for you." and began to rattle off all the possible reasons this might be appropriate and or sexy. He then continued to tell Brooke how he was going to make her scream with a passion so loud that a gag would be definitely needed going into explicit details to what he was going to do to her it got her so moist her panties were wet she nearly orgasmed right there on her couch.
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