My god she is touching my boob playfully and is laughing. "Write aboutthat" she just said as she is doing her little massage. Let me see, ... am sitting here getting felt up by some woman that drove me home and I must say I don't totally hate it. In fact I am feeling nice right now. " How about this" she says as she moves her hands down to my pussy. I start to look at her but she says "Just keep writing" She is fingering my pussy and she knows just how I like it. She really is a. It had been nearly a week since I had been home, losing track of time while I binged on d**gs and Shawn sold me or gave me away to nearly every man that had stopped by the apartment to buy d**gs. It seemed like I had a cock in me every moment of the day, as one male after another entered the room and got high with me, then fucked me. I had rarely slept, so the room that I used was constantly filled with the aroma of d**gs, sex and cum. Shawn would only fuck me occasionally and it was probably. "Are you hurt?" Tulie asked, continuing to check Gulda over for injuries."No" she answered simply.Tulie's hands lifted to cup Gulda's cheeks. Gulda stared back at Tulie's round face, her round eyes, round nose and those soft round lips that she hadn't seen since the most recent time she'd kissed them and was turned away. The mere memory made Gulda's tired shoulders slump in shame."Why did you rescue me... ?" she asked softly, dropping her eyes from her Queen's face, deeming herself unworthy of. Trumpet gigs dried up as well, as his teaching schedule left little time to practice, and his chops lost the edge that had let him continue to sub with the symphony. His tuxedo remained wrapped in a plastic dry cleaners bag, and his crisp style of casual dress was replaced by the off the rack and discount suits she bought him. He sold his van and replaced it with a sensible hatchback that was more economical to drive. He never complained about these subtle manipulations, they were sacrifices he.