Becky was a very educated Radcliffe girl.I knew all about Radcliffe (Cliffeez) and the hot and heavy Lesbian sex that went on at midnight dorm parties... I had to make a call to my agent. I was a full time, high fashion, 5'11" model.I had been on the cover of many high fashion magazines and knew and slept with many rock stars before becoming a Lesbian. All the rock stars I slept with wanted to marry me, because I gave great blow jobs. They loved my long and curvacious body, too!I was off to a. He was driving with one hand and fingering me with the other. His hand was so much bigger than mine and it felt very warm. I could tell he was having a hard time driving - no pun intended - so I finally I told him to pull over at the next rest area. He obeyed my instructions. It wasn't very crowded; there were only a few other cars around. He pulled the car to the furthest spot away from the building. We were making out as soon as he turned the car off. It was intense. He reached his left hand. It had been over two months and I still yearned for human contact.The loser had not only cheated on me but delighted in humiliating me and had taken an extraordinary pleasure in causing me pain in our lovemaking. He had resented my successes as a pianist as he had never succeeded himself as a musician. He felt that demeaning her made him better than she was.Initially, I had delighted in my submission to him as he brought me to sexual plateaus I had never reached with anyone else. All the. Instead, it had emerged from the darkness below. The fingers weren’t teasing the juicy opening like the other one either. They were pushing their way into the other hole. One, then two, then three, they stretched her from the bottom as she worked another finger into her pussy. Her hips rocked as she worked one leg free of the denim pants that were at her ankles. While I may not have had the will to taste myself as she had just done, I did not hesitated to move my right hand down to my own.