Katy texted Dwayne.

-WHEN CAN I SEE YOU AGAIN?-

She ached for Dwayne's cock, his weight upon her, his hot, soft lips, his sweet disposition. She was getting tired of fantasy and wanted the real thing.

Dwayne didn't respond back for twenty minutes. Katy spent the entire time pacing, worried that Ced had told him what he had put her up to.

'Dwayne would understand,' she rationalized, 'I had no choice. There was no doubt that Ced would tell Dean.' Despite her reasoning, she could only hope that Ced would not say anything to Dwayne.

In her moment of insecurity, she texted Ced.

-DID YOU TELL DWAYNE YOU'RE BLACKMILING ME?-...