Her cunt hurt from being fucked by Roy at the clinic and by anonymous men at the Pretty Titty. She had the taste of cum in her mouth from one of Eric...'s condoms she had licked clean that morning, and another load of sperm shining on her breasts. She didn't know why she wanted cum on her tits so much, but she couldn't stop herself - it was like an addiction.Still, she was professionally dressed. She had a growing awareness of how much of a dirty degraded slut she was inside, but she could. With the umbrella now folded, Emma opened the door, holding it for her companion. "Why thank you, honey." Emma found heat rising on her cheeks at being called 'honey', especially by someone who was obviously younger and richer and, she conceded, more beautiful than she was. Once inside, the door closed quietly behind them, muffling the sound of the storm that still raged outside, and even the brightest stroke of lightning could not penetrate the blackness of the doors and windows. Emma looked. One evening as they’d romped around, mother had entered the room and had spoken with such sudden icy spite... ‘Stop it! Get off him Valerie! You should be past this sort of thing now my girl!’In that instance I knew what was implied; our activity was not decent.Something precious had been replaced by a guilt complex. It had also induced a deep sense of shame into my sexuality.Much later in married life, I discovered that only a guilt-ridden fantasy of Dan allowed me to climax fully.For me sex. Just tell us what you need. There's not going to be any this band that band stuff. We have two bands and four shows to do tomorrow. We'll get it done." Alright, that's a fine attitude Tony. We're in this together so the same goes for us. Let's go have a look at the stage and see what we're gonna need to do between shows."There was some work to be done. The drum kits would have to be swapped between shows. Because the keyboard racks the girls used were standard they decided they could just move.