I turned to the class in our group therapy session and all the faces that were surrounding me, wondering if they would judge me. Hell, I might have ev...n judged myself if I'd heard my story as an outsider looking in. I started to sweat into my four inch red stilettos. I probably should have dressed in a quieter way, but this was my last day reveling in my bonafide slut status before I started walking away from my sexual addictions, and I was definitely going out in style. The short black skirt. Now that she was out of the pool, George got me Sally's phone from where she left it on the table and showed me how to use the speed dial to call his phone and went out front to wait for the ambulance to get there.He was back a short time later with a paramedic team and a gurney. They immediately started checking Sally over, while I waited. I suddenly started feeling cold. I asked George to help me out of the pool because of how cold I was. He came over and looked into the water and yelled out,. Unfortunately, each one soundsmore desperate than the last. I've been using a dildo to fuck myself to sleep and waking the same way.I imagine it's him and not just some rigid piece of rubber. I imagine myhand is his as I lick the cum from my fingers. I don't even touch myselfanymore, I cum just from being fucked. But I have to be fucked to cum.Why does that make me feel proud?I made such a mess of things down on the cape last weekend. Ioverreacted. I just go so jealous seeing that queen kiss. I should have gone for a walk with Jo and Guy some fresh air might have done me some good.’ Jo was looking at Guy. He was quiet and seemed even worse if anything. We both sat down and Jo looked at Mike questioningly. ‘He doesn’t believe me,’ he said looking at Guy then at Jo. ‘He says that a beautiful woman like you couldn’t possibly be really interested in a shy, bumbling bloke like him. He says that you don’t need to pretend for his sake.’ Guy looked up at him, ‘Oh uncle,’ he managed to say..