The idea of sucking and fucking, not just ten men, but ten strange men, really turned her on. She would, in effect, be just like her elderly neighbor,...the hooker, who once told her, "... I just loved fucking a new man! It's like opening a surprise package." It was, to her way of thinking, much more exciting than the repeaters."Geez, Arthur, I was actually cumming in the elevator going up to their suite! And, since I had cum three times while getting ready at home, I had to put on a Kotex pad!. “Fuck knows! Stitching clothes. Grinding wheat. Rolling tobacco. How the fuck should I know? You do what you fucking can out here!” “And what does Sweetness do?” Sharon found herself wondering, the sensation of liquid tongue still a vivid memory between her legs. “She fucks,” snorted Joy. “Or more precisely she gets fucked. We’ve got a stall, and when I’m not out scavenging in the woods, she takes whoever wants to take her.” “So she’s a prostitute, then?” “I haven’t the smallest fucking idea. "Vixen felt suddenly cold. She gnawed her lip and blinked. Her new life was melting, heading for the sewer, right down the drain. Her stomach churned.The smiling professor put down his folder and said, "Take off your sweater, you little bitch. I want to see those tits I've been admiring since September." He looked very serious. "They need some twisting I suspect."Vixen stood and turned toward the door."Do you really want your father to go to jail for the rest of his life? Do you want to forfeit. The memory was impossible to evade, though, and she found herself realizing all over again that she had actually betrayed her own husband behind his back. She had allowed another man, a low class stranger, to seduce her and had actually responded to the debasing experience like some cheap whore whose existence depended upon the presence of a hard male penis between her legs. The slight soreness in her ravaged genitals was a small enough price to pay for the adulterous way that she had behaved.