The rest of the day was uneventful. I drove Carol home and went up to her apartment. She got us some wine and we sat on the couch to talk.I asked, "...re you sorry you didn't go to Ralph's office?"She said, "No, but you should punish me for what I've done."I said, "Tell me all the details of what you should be punished for."Carol smirked and said, "I need to tell you about my growing up. I was very naughty."I grinned and said, "Go on, all the details."Carol began, "When I was eighteen I went. I didn’t want to lose him. I discovered a triple-X adult bookstore on the other side of town. They’re gone now; the Internet put them out of business. I went there three days a week. I’d park my car behind the place so no one would see it. The girl at the counter listened to my story and sympathized with me. She’d set me up with a video on each visit I made – a VHS tape in those days. I’d watch the whole thing, focusing on the technique that the girl or girls used with the guys to make them. I'm so fucking wet I can hardly take it but he puts his hands both on the back of my head and wraps his fingers up in my hair, gripping it and slams my head down on his cock, over and over, fucking my face, sometimes slamming it deep and making me gag and other times a little more shallow, giving me time to recover a moment before slamming it deep again. Suddenly I feel a shudder and he pushes my head down deeper yet and I feel his cock pour cum down my throat. When he's done flooding my mouth. But she didn't mind at all, it was so good. All that she wanted was to go to sleep. And she did, till one hour ago.Remembering all this, and always that breeze, and in the back of her mind the certitude of someone having caught them while having great sex, makes her all wet again. Never in her life has she been so horny since last night. And that humid breeze was still blowing on her breast and her body. She has to take hold of the railing to keep her balance. Never in her life, has she.