Sam breathed a sigh of relief as he got away from that embrace. He was glad he had tape himself up carefully, his little cock was straining to be released and really begging to be touched, even his nipples under the heavy padded bra wanted something to grab them and twist and his ass was begging to be spanked and stuffed.  This whole situation was just so wrong and yet, so unbearably hot. He took a few deep breaths as he bent down to get his purse and pulled his phone out, grabbing Clarissa's purse in the process, he called for the luxury Uber, and of course as always there was one right by waiting for the big tip from the trendy drunken club goers.<br/><br/>He glanced back and saw Johnny and Clarissa very close and personal now. Part of him breathed a sigh of relief. Clarissa would get what she wanted. So would Johnny. Maybe they'd forget about him, part of him hoped for, another part of him whined at the thought of.<br/><br/>He delayed going back as long as he could, as the two were wrapped up in each other, but finally their ride was nearly there. He walked back over to them and handed Clarissa her purse. "Hey, our ride's here." He said meekly, apologetically, not wanting to interrupt but knowing he had to.<br/><br/>