The Devils Their Due (by The Crimson Kid)

The Devils Their Due (by The Crimson Kid) by cactusman

"Hello?" you hear a voice calling loudly from around the front of the house. A woman's voice.

"Back here!" yells Barbara, ignoring your pleading eyes.

It's a wide-eyed Stacy, a neighbor from a few miles down the road:

"Well... what's going on?" she says, seeing Brittany lightly stroking your cock, and you are still crying a bit.

"He's just paying off a basketball bet," says Barbara.

You try to give Barbara a look that says "no," but to no avail. Apparently everyone is watching your cock.

"Must be some bet," Stacy says, "but I thought you said he was paying it off?"