I figureI earned it. I wash out the bowls and spoons. Then I sit on the floorand brush the cat who's been waiting patiently for us to get home, toresu...e the normal routine. She sniffs deeply and inquiringly at myfishnet stockings. She looks at me with her ancient eyes. I don't doubtfor a second that she knows what I've been up to--a cat's version of it,anyway--and that she's deeply disappointed with me.* * *I'm lying curled on the bed, face to face with Cassie. She's rubbing atthe back. It was a day when she came from her work and told me that a colleague of her wants to go out with her for dinner. I knew that guy was hitting on her since long so I told if you want to do something you can go. So she went with that guy and told me that she will come in 2 hours. But to my surprise she spend a whole night with him and it was for first time she did something like this. But I knew somewhere she also was wanting to enjoy with him so when she got chance she would never want to miss. As the people were changing all the time — some leaving and new ones coming in — I must have been fucked one way or another at least 80 times that day. My cunt was sore for about 3 days, but not so bad that I couldn't fuck a guy or two every day (my norm).I liked guys with 8" cocks or more, and who could fuck at least 3 times a night causing me to have at least one orgasm in each fuck. About 5% of the guys I've fucked met these criteria, and I had a list of them with names, phones and e-mail. She remembers. pleading " no please will do anything if you just don't kill me I don't want to die" he yells forcefully " I SAID TAKE THEM OFF NOW" she again pleaded " I will do anything and not tell anyone about this just please don't kill me". As the dark figure reaches out to rip the rest of her clothes off this claws raked across her arm leaving deep bloody scratches. After staring at her nimble young body he huffed " fine get down on the ground you arm isn't going to be the only blood.