James certainly seems to like it, as he roughly fucked my throat, grunting, muttering that I was his desperate, horny slut, his gorgeous, sexy whore. ...ventually, with a loud groan, he came and I felt his load slide down the back of my throat. I sometimes wonder if my gag is his trophy for using his special one so roughly. I do love to be his trophy. Next time I see her, I must remember to ask Ange if gagging is a thumbs up or thumbs down. 19th FebruaryCan’t write much tonight, need to choose. Nothing worked. Besides not trusting people anymore, I also feared STDs and cons, so I was reluctant to pick up a stranger, even if just for casual fun - and I don't mean sex.Though it had been seven years since I last had sex, I didn't crave it anymore. Hmmm, since we recycle all our body cells over seven years, was I a born-again virgin? The urge mellowed after a year or so - until I saw an intimate moment. A long warm hug or passionate kiss would draw me into their emotions and I felt my. Suddenly, she gasped. Pandora looked over her shoulder; smiling. The mansion that was hosting the party was mammoth large. Pulling up to the front of the mansion, both women were assisted out of the car and escorted to the parlor. Pandora greeted their hostess with a warm hug. “Pandora, how are you?” the tall blonde said. “Athena, I’ve missed you!” Pandora answered. Victoria stood quietly, waiting for her Mistress’ instructions. “Athena, you must meet my lovely, Victoria,” Pandora said. . One of the girls I used to feel so sorry for. Not anymore. I’m done waiting. I stood up, squared my shoulders, and held my chin up. “Let’s do this shit.” Harlee smiled at me. “That’s my girl.” I’ve always had a nice body. With my full C-cup breasts, flat stomach, and curvy body, I could stop a bus. But when Harlee put me in a tight black dress with a plunging neckline that showed tons of cleavage, and no back but for the tiny strip of black that barely covered my ass, I wanted to fuck myself..