I guessed they were her friends and held her trust. The way her body moved to the music was fueling my fantasies and desires but I knew that was all i... was. I left the club when I had had enough to drink and figured the walk home would do me good. I don’t remember the walk home other than just thinking about her and how time seemed to pass quickly. I slept soundly that night and got up early to go to work. I could write a book about that night in the club, watching her for that short time,. ”She unbuttoned her shirt and let her shorts drop to the floor. She wasn’t wearing panties.I could indeed see where it looks like the plate of mashed potatoes and gravy pushed against her stomach and top of her pubic hair.I let her pull my hand to her stomach to feel over the red areas before she said, “Oops. That felt nice, but I keep forgetting that you aren’t blind anymore. It is still a force of habit. Just so you know, even if someone does their best to lick the gravy out of your pubes, it. I could buy lots of clothes and shoes.Mr. Watson took me up to his room and we had sex. It wasn’t all that good. He came inside of me, one time, and then he was done. I didn’t have an orgasm.The next page was a letter she wrote for me.Dear Marcy, my love.As you have read, I’m a slut and a whore. I have had sex with a lot of guys, some I haven’t written about. I’m not pleased with all I had done, but it did control my itch, a little bit. I loved the sex but there still was something missing.Then. He then opened my legs and stepped back before walking toward me with his cock at my face level. He then pushed his cock against my lips as I opened for him. I was aroused but my poor little clit was now trapped in the chastity device so all I could do was obey him and suck his manhood. he pumped in and out of my mouth and then stopped. he said I don't want to cum til tonight I just wanted to mess up your lipstick so I could pick out a new color. he told me to put on the total slut red BJ lips.