“So, Jocelyn, tell us a little about yourself ... We’re all dying to know what kind of lady dreams about the things that you dream about...”“W...ll...” Says our guest, her tone continuing to sound like this is all too much work. “What can I tell you? I already said I’m 48 years old ... I’m a married mother of two grown boys ... I’ve been married 25 years. We’re reasonably happy, he’s in banking. I have a small jewelry business of my own. I make special one-off pieces and sell them over the. ‘Charles, don’t…’ Catherine interrupted. ‘Please, let me finish. Instead you married William and I did nothing to stop it. I let it happen.’ ‘What could you have done,’ Catherine said turning to him. ‘Cause a family scandal?’ ‘I should have said something. Instead I let it happen. How can you love a man who would just let you walk away?’ ‘How you must hate me to think me that shallow!’ Catherine turned her back and walked a few steps away. Charles rushed to her and placed his hands on her. “No buts! Are you going to get your head out of your ass and save all of us or not?”Something in my head clicked. “Save you?” My ladies needed saving.“Yeah. Remember we put our life savings into this company and our retirement money. We are going to lose it all if you don’t get back into the world.”I weakly tried to defend myself. “I’ve been there every day.”“Bullshit! Your body has been there,” Diana said in a raised voice. “We can smell it. But your heart and mind are buried with Sasha and. This had become a typical night for me over the last two months, at least 3 or 4 nights out of the week, and usually on the weekends, when more people came out to party and get high. In the last two weeks alone, I had probably been with over 200 men, all of them using me as their sperm deposit slut. My cunt couldn’t take the pounding it once had, when I was younger and doing the same thing. My vagina wasn’t returning to it’s normal shape or size as it once did. My labia had stretched and grown.