”“How,” I paused, uncertain what I should be saying to her, but deathly curious. “How was it?”“What do you think?” she said weakly, look...ng at me with unbelieving eyes. From where she sat next to the pallet with a cloth spread out beneath her, I could see the growing patch of moistness that was the semen the dogs had ejaculated into her which she was trying to soak out before getting into bed. “it was pretty horrible. It was almost as bad as being raped by soldiers.”“Well,” I said, touching her. She started already stripping while I left the room. I went upstairs and waited, until it would be over.She had always refused me to tell at what age she was taken for the first time by whom, and how many other men had fucked her. I had no clue, and now others were told, on condition of secrecy.I tried to imagine how she now was kneeling, or present her cunt of ass against the hole, and how the strange dick was moving in one of her holes. All others watching and waiting for the moment that his. “I love you so much!” Lucy eyes started to tear up. “Sarah, my love you have made me the happiest and luckiest girl in the world!" She closed her eyes and resting head again on Sarah's shoulder. Just being in her arms Lucy wondered if she was overreacting. She knew that Sarah’s work sometimes meant long hours, but the last two months it seemed that she was coming home later and later. Lucy noticed an unfamiliar scent coming from Sarah’s blouse. Was that Dior perfume? Sarah did not wear that!. Bliss. Slender body with handful sized breasts and long blond hair. Just my type. She was married and after chatting with her a bit, I found out that both of them were drowning in student loan debt. She’d taken a secretary job since she couldn’t find anything in her field, which was something silly like basket weaving or art history or something. Regardless, I got the distinct impression that she was dying for money and desperately needed the job.I’d briefly considered a financial arrangement.