When Dad asked me how I could afford the new BMW convertible, I told him my income. He whistled and asked how a girl two years out of college made tha... much. I just pointed to my head and my body. He almost asked another question but stopped. We never spoke of it again.My boyfriend, yes I have one, knows exactly what I do and accepts me for who and what I am. That is precisely why he is my boyfriend. It’s not for sex per se, because I have other cocks in me, on average, twice a day. But that is. That night I dreamed of her and him and their video. I woke and couldn't get to sleep again until I masturbated. All night I drifted into sleep, dreamed, woke and frigged myself.I had the same feeling in my cubicle with the redhead on my computer screen. I made my hands stay at the keyboard and mouse as I looked back to the screen. More of the men ejaculated. Their come streaked her face and hair. Her mouth was open wide. She had the sort of teeth you want to run your tongue across. Over her. T, that we’d never drive if we had been drinking. We would call someone if we needed a ride. Which we had done, on more than one occasion. I think she took it as a sign of us being responsible.I woke up around five in the morning. My mouth was so dry, it hurt. I staggered to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I was standing there in front of the sink, gulping it down. I heard some one walk up behind me, I thought it was Jimmy, so I just turned around.It was Mrs. T standing there. Wearing. I was enjoying the subtle movements of her breasts as we jostled, and her skirt had ridden up a little bit, offering more of her upper thighs. My member had responded with vigor as well and there was a dull ache beginning to build deep inside my pelvis.Suddenly, the driver shouted in a language I didn't recognize and the taxi swerved. She was thrown into me and I reached out to catch and steady her. As the driver continued to curse and gesticulate madly, we became a jumble of limbs, partly on.