Just myself. This morning when I woke up. Again after breakfast. Last week I fucked a guy, but all he wanted was to come. He came fast and I didn’t...even come. Soon as he was done he left. You’re a slut and he’s an asshole.She laughed. True, and true, she said.He took off his clothes. He bent over and kissed her ass cheeks, licking around the base of the butt plug. Mmm, she said.He slapped her hard on the ass. Mmm, she said.That’s for fucking that guy last week.He slapped her again on the ass.. Paul squeezed her hand in return. He gazed lovingly into her eyes. What he wanted to say was that the park was nothing like as beautiful as she was, but although she was his wife and they made love so often together he still didn't find it easy to say such things to a real woman. This was odd because he had less trouble in expressing himself so freely to the avatars in Nudeworld."Yes," he said, "even if it is very 32nd century in style." He was referring to the quaint statuary of naked women. Just doing this was enough to stimulate her sexually so that her pussy was dripping by the time she reached the narrow little platform.He was right behind her. His cock was very erect now and she knew that this man was as sexually excited about what was about to happen as she was. Under the circumstances, she did not care to know his name, or anything about him.The platform was very small. To lie flat on it, Sally realized that part of her head and her feet projected over the edge. "How are we. ” What was I going to say? I saw you fucking at an orgy, while a blonde gave your date, the assistant news director, a hummer? Discretion is important!“A party? I don’t know...” She eyed me coldly and curiously.“Well, maybe not, but I thought I saw somebody like you at Roger and Amanda Baker’s about a month ago. I’m probably wrong, though.” There, that gave her an out if she didn’t want to admit to it.Instead, her eyes widened, and a smile creased her face. “Really, the Bakers, hmmm ... You.