She pulled off the washcloth from the towel bar. She wet it under the sink and wiped her face with it. She looked at her face. She was thinner than sh... had been in the past. She looked down and pulled up her shirt, stretch marks were still there. She slid on her running shorts, jumped into her car and drove to the gym. She walked into it and took her normal seat on a cycle in the second row on the left. Though she was good and the instructor had told her to come to the front, she hadn’t. She. When it was over, much of her wealth had disappeared. She spent two years on revenge, leaving the financial planner his reward: No wife or other family who wanted anything to do with him, and a compulsion to seek out overweight black prostitutes for sex. Revenge was sweet. She moved to New York a year later and was trying to make financial ends meet for the last four years.Helen yawned over her coffee and prepared for work. After her revenge on the financial planner, she was left with her. Perfect, in fact." Well," Sue said, smiling at him, moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue. "Are you planning to do any work tonight?" I don't know," Jack mused. "I usually do my best writing in the morning. I could work a little tonight, but I'd probably be wiser to get a very early start in the morning." Then you wouldn't be averse to having a drink with me, would you?" Why... no, not at all. In fact, I think I could use a drink after the drive." Would you mind doing the honors, sir?". This was part of Zoey's routine as well, many nights. She slept nude, so she didn't bother to put on clothes after her shower. And she was still wide away, so she would often tire herself out a bit by making herself cum. She had a small library of kinky clips and stories saved on her computer, mostly involving girls being bound and submissive. Zoey loved how slutty the girls were in them, wishing she could be so confident in her sexuality instead of being so damn shy all the time.Zoey assumed.