"You'd better be fucking gone by the time she gets back then," I added. And somehow knew ... it wouldn't be.I had washed what I could ... what I could...reach, though now sitting there annoyed and angry with myself. If you can only imagine ... I had actually reached down to wash what wasn't there anymore. How soon we forget. Though I know it had something to do with that phantom leg thing. I'd already reached down a number of times to scratch an itch on my foot that wasn't there anymore. Funny. Not only was I a plugged princess and a conquesting adult, but tomorrow I was to start my journey from perky, pokie, sodden-cunted, schoolgirl to a future life as a worker bee receiving money for servicings rendered. For tomorrow was Careers Advice Day and I had a morning appointment with the Career Advisor, Mr Jobsworth. What would I be? A blogger? A vlogger? A cunty snogger? An influencer? A demonstrator? A rampant copulator? Maybe even a pop idol, reality TV starlet or Z list celebrity. A mixture of soap, sweat, and a hint of the sea and the beach from where he had clearly just come and my dick got a lot harder. He just stood there while I licked and then French kissed his bicep. My face was red-hot and my heart was pounding in my head, but I was too far gone to think about what I was doing!Pretty soon though he grabbed be by the back of my neck and made me face him again. He seemed to dominate and penetrate me with his eyes. With his other arm he grabbed my forearm again and. This was beyond my fantasies. Neal had one hand on her ass. They were clearly waiting for me to begin fucking. His other hand was stroking her pussy. I could hear her squishy wetness as he slid his fingers back and forth along her slit. Her face looked pained, but I knew she was overflowing with pleasure. She looked at me and mouthed the words, ‘I love you.’ I couldn’t say anything, just nodded back at her. I realized I was harder than I could ever remember feeling. “Come here, babe, come.