"Another cup of coffee?" Yes. I took a run." He reached for a dishtowel lying on the counter and wiped his face."I noticed." She handed him the juice ...nd poured him another cup of coffee. She sat back at the kitchen table. "Scott, you said you didn't like me anymore but you still loved me..." No, I said I didn't like you as much as I did. I still like you. You are still my best friend, Claire." Which was true - a best friend who had betrayed his trust.Her face softened and she looked relieved.. You're on, Ken. Cue Doppler on blue-screen. Fade to camera three. Good job, Monique!"Monique walked off the sound stage and walked down the hallway to her office."Monique! Got a minute?" the news editor called out."Sure, Murray. What's up?" Last week, didn't you ask me if you could do a story on the bizarre sex trade?" Yes. Do you have any leads?"He handed her a file folder. "There this new club down on Fourteenth Street called Edge Play. Sources report some bizarre goings on down there, you. She even told me that explicitly. I didn’t detect dependence or that she was tossing Ethan aside, so I didn’t worry.When we were cuddled in our afterglow, Ellie said, “I’ve become quite a slut. I show up here, and within three hours of being here I’ve fucked three different men. Ethan will want me, too, knowing that I was with you and the other men.I asked, “Does the promiscuous sex bother you?”Ellie kissed me hard. “I hope you won’t think less of me, but no. In fact, I want more of it. Besides. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled at the same time as my fingers went into her pussy, forcing them ever deeper inside. When the frustration almost got too much for her I started to increase the frequency of my fingering. Almost immediately Heather cried out and I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers as her orgasm exploded through her body.As Heather came down from her orgasm I removed my fingers and turned her around to show her exactly how wet she was. I then moved my dripping.