I was still so bemused by how my antics had dominated the world for the last five days. It was the Thursday after the Husky game, and every pundit on ...very news show was talking about it. Almost every YouTube channel from fashion to gossip to actual news commentators had to throw in their two cents in. I was a hero. A harlot. Empowered. Depraved. Amazing. Disgusting.I was corrupting America.I was setting it free.I was so overwhelmed. I had to shut down all my social media accounts. My Facebook. I recalled wearing a Venetian type mask, the colors matching with my silky dress. My partner's mask was deep purple, with some black lines.The season was just beginning; it was the first night of the dances...But now onto this stranger’s bed, his hands slipped up my thighs until they cupped my buttocks. His thumbs then pressed against my damp pussy lips, slipping between them. My groan was muffled, half in protest and half in encouragement. I writhed beneath his strong hands, pressing myself. He asked me if Id like to tag along so I agreed. It was fun, we looked at some historical spots that just looked like trees and rubble to me, but Jonathan and I enjoyed jokin around, talking about music, and causing havoc around the historical spots. We ate out at a restaurant and it started getting dark Hey Dad, is it ok if I spend the night at Andrews tonight? Jonathan asked. I was I bit surprised, mostly because my mom always taught me to ask the host first and not to invite yourself…though. Lori quickly ducked into one of Jim's bedroom to freshen up a bit. No matter what hole he wants to use, no one pays good money for a smelly whore. She needed to be fresh and smell nice for her visitor. While Jim kept her visitor busy talking and having a drink for a few minutes, Lori cleaned herself. A short time later, Lori came into Jim's living room. She looked lovely as usual. “Hi!” She addressed her visitor. He was a large man and the bulge in his pants matched his stature. .