My Mother smiled and hugged me as I walked back into the room. ?We have a treat for you now.?Again, she bound me to the table- it was wide and low en...ugh that it was almost like a bed, just without pillows or blankets. She held up the blindfold as if to ask if I wanted it again. I thought for a moment, and nodded. No sooner was I blind again, than a stranger?s hand reached into me. I tensed for a bit, then let it happen. ?Oh yes, she?s enjoying? I heard her say with a lighthearted smile. . ? She absently twisted her panties as she sat, nude, looking at me. After some time had passed quietly she timidly inquired ?Would you like to use me for anything else?? ?What do you mean?? ?Well, if you want to do me again or anything else you can, but if you are finished with me I’m supposed to clean up here and then get back to the main room.? She explained. ?How many times do you usually get fucked in a night?? I asked the young whore. ?I’m still new so I usually get it six or. I wanted to go up and check, and if he was there, this time stroke myself slowly and teasingly to orgasm. But I had things to do. Seventeen-year-old girls didn’t just wake up at 6:30 am on Sundays for nothing. I needed to go on my daily run – especially since I had missed it the day before due to a series of distractions. The itch that had snuck up on me during the night hadn’t taken too long to scratch. Opening my fifth college acceptance package on the roof hadn’t eaten up much of my time. . At that moment, the bus hit a pothole, throwing Denise back into the door of the small toilet."What the hell am I doing?' she whispered angrily, pulling her hand away from her clit. "Fingering myself in a fucking toilet, for God's sake! I must be out of my mind! Thank God the door didn't pop open when I fell against it!"She trembled at the mental picture of her, naked from the waist down, falling out into the aisle of the bus, her hand still buried in her pussy. She again pulled some toilet.