“But are you going to be okay not traveling with me? Do you trust me?” I swallowed. “As much as it freaks me out… yes.” “Good. I swear, I’ll keep it to two bunnies a trip. Maybe three. Just some good luck blowjobs before the game, you know? Nothing too—oof!” I cut him off with a knee to the gut, and he laughed, wrapping me up in a straitjacket of arms and legs again.
