She stood up, reached under her skirt, pulled her panties down to her ankles, and sat back down on the toilet. A moment later, they all heard the tinkle of her pee in the stainless steel toilet.
“What do you want me to do?” Tom said.
Charlie shrugged. “I don’t know. Put your dick in her mouth.” She stepped out and closed the door.
Tom slowly turned back to Dorothy. He was shaking. She was smiling at him. Her mussed up blonde hair hung down over her eyes. The top buttons of her blouse were open, exposing her cleavage. Her skirt was pulled up around her hips. Her knees were spread, baring her pale bush, and her ankles were bound by her pink panties.
“Do you wanna put your dick in my mouth?” she said in her girlish voice.
Tom swallowed hard.
Charlie sat down in the seat beside Jeff with a big sigh.
“Where’s Tom?” he said.
“I told him to keep an eye on Dorothy.”
“In the bathroom?”
“Yeah,” she said.
“Are you sure that’s ok?”
“Sure. She’s wasted. She’s probably sleeping it off.”
“So where are we gonna do it?”
She hesitated. She hadn’t thought of that.
“Damn,” she said, and crossed her arms.