For her Play was just that, she did not really want to be called ordered to die and give up her meat to people to eat, yes it was a fantasy that got h...r off thousands of times and would get her off every time, but she wanted to live, she only had to make it to 30 to be exempted from the lottery and that was what she lived for, every day she would get out of bed and say Today is not the day I die!, while other young girls who DID want to roast would say Today is the day I will be called! as. What had she been thinking? The girl, Melissa, had come up to her in a nightclub. Blonde hair, blue eyes, thin because of the sport she practiced rather than the food she didn’t eat. Absolutely gorgeous. She’d known the names of three of her clients and said they’d referred her to Sarah, saying that she was the best. She wanted to know if two girls might get together for some fun. ‘I want to know what it feels like to see you coming as I slide my fingers over your clit. I want to know what if. I kept moving my dick in and out of her pussy at a medium pace. She was moaning softly as we did not want anyone to hear us.We kept doing that for 10 minutes. Suddenly, she moved her one hand and held my ass tight, and was pulling me towards her.I realized that she will be cumming soon. I increased my speed and fucked my friend’s wife for another 10 minutes. And then she started clutching my dick with her vaginal walls. I realized that she has cum.After another 4 minutes, I came too. And then. There, sitting on the bedside table, just out of focus, lay a glass ofwater and a bottle of aspirin. My nose was telling me that somehow,somewhere, someone was making bacon.My brain sloshed when I sat up, accompanied by the dull roar of pain inthe back of my skull. My body felt all out of balance, like parts of itwere swollen or heavy. I scratched at my balls as I idly fumbled aroundfor my glasses, but I couldn't find them. I plopped the pills on mysandpaper tongue and forced myself to drink.