It was hard getting used to thestares, and the same snide comments about my weight. I pretty much gave upon the idea of getting laid, unless I paid fo... it. After all who wouldwant a fat old sagasoras like me. But Carol's money made life more thenlivable, so I made the most out of things. Hell I even lost 10 lbs. on myown.I was at a small restaurant in Baltimore, sitting at the bar, when I heard2 drunks start to make rude comments about me. "Ain't no amount of bourbongonna make that bitch look. I looked and there was dried cum on me. I smiled and told them that my boyfriend doesn’t pull out because i like a guy to cum in me. They grabbed onto my openness and asked more and more questions. , more and more leading. I answered them all. Its when they got to fidelity that they got really interested. I mentioned that i had cheated, and fucked other guys with my boyfriend. I also explained that my boyfriend was my third cock of the night, which is why they saw so much cum dried on my leg. I. ’ He held her eyes with his long and hard, watching the frisson that shuddered through her at the intensity of the contact. ‘Tell me, Kitty, what kind of education did you receive?’ Kitty paused to think. Young women of her class were seldom properly educated, rather they accumulated ‘accomplishments’ that were deemed appropriately feminine and genteel. ‘I can read and write well. I can play the piano, sing, embroider and draw a little. I also learned French and dancing.’ ‘French and dancing,’. . "you fucking slut" he nearly screamed ... " er whats the matter" she replied nervously suspecting she knew already but how does he know she thought... "listen to this" he says and shoves his mobile in her face her voice radiates out groaning and shouting and swearing clearly having sex and enjoying it shit she thought with growing horror I didn't switch my phone off this afternoon she listened to herself begging to be fucked and coming and coming and coming she tried to switch it off.