I wasn't so presumptuous to move right in and sit beside her."You can't sit there," Debbie said. "I'm lying down there. I don't feel well." Oh," I sai.... I looked over at the other couch, where the goddess was sitting so prettily. She patted the seat beside her. Oh, my God! Suddenly, my stomach felt like it was ready to explode. Some people get butterflies in their stomach when they're nervous. I get fireworks and lava. Just hot, burning, panicky pops and fizzles in my gut that feel like I'm. ”“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t control myself,” Katie implored.He pulled out and sat on a hard wooden chair that was by Katie’s dressing table. “Come here, now.”Katie walked over. She stood in front of the chair. Mark looked her in the eyes. Even though he was seated and she was standing she was scarcely taller than him. His muscular torso was partly exposed by the dressing gown and she wanted to fuck him more than ever. “Look you’ve already got these panties wet,” he said nodding down at her. I felt, as I can only put it, like a slut. I'd never felt this way before and I wasn't too sure I liked it. Sure, I had done this before but not like this. As I had woken from my slumber that morning, I decided to check my emails. Perhaps it was a ridiculous idea to put out an ad for a “suck and go”. I prepared myself for the disappointment that would follow.I had an email with no name given. The subject line struck me—so simple and yet so shocking. It read, “worthless slut”. I wondered who. Did I mention I am a clutz? After that, I was a little lost, your image etched into my brain, just like it is now. Thank god for spell check. I’m going to need it. I’m saving my vibrator for later, simply playing with the ball of my gold barbell and running my fingers between my labia as I spread my thighs wider. Any more and I would abandon this letter altogether and just fuck myself silly. My remote egg will be a guilty pleasure for later, an incentive you might say, to finish this…I can only.