It was in my hair all over my face and all over my top and the girls. John laughed as he said I was a fucking mess. He dared me to walk out alone lett...ng everyone see the mess. I told him I would if he gave me a hundred dollars lol that man tucked two fifties down into my bra. Telling me to wait till he left and was in the store before I came out lol I waited about five minutes. I was a little horrified when I walked out and saw the store was packed with people. Both males and females. The men. “Okay,” I said, too quickly, caving like a kid being offered candy. I wondered, for just a second or two, if I really was turning into a slut.He actually laughed, but I couldn’t get mad about it.“I really think you’ll feel better afterwards,” he said. “The problem is lactic acid. That’s what’s causing the pain. Your muscles produce it while you work, and it builds up faster than the circulatory system can remove it.”“And somehow, being naked with you in the stock tank will help?”“I’ll explain. As I dug deeper and deeper into my sea-bag I struck gold!I found all my skimpy little outfits I could have sworn I'd left behind in Maryland! Happy as could be knowing that I had a room all to myself for the first time in three months I rushed to the bathroom and began dressing as if I were getting ready for a night on the town. As I got more and more into my costume I got harder and harder, not that I had much to be proud of but my boyish 6 inches got the job done when need be. I gently lay. I sit there,thinking about my day. 6 hours behind the desk, pussy full of vibrations as Ifulfill my instructions for this evenings meeting.I have to be ready,stimulated, and orgasmic when I arrive. It is the duty of a true slut to be preparedand I strive to perfection.The vibrator hasbuzzed inside me all day, the belt firmly secured around my waist and betweenmy legs, ensured that it stayed in place, and once he set the control on it, mydestiny was his.My breasts, swollenand straining under the.