“You just had sex with this guy and you don’t even know his name? Just some random stranger who wanted to fuck and you said, ‘Sure.’ Where I c...me from who have a word for women like you!! YEW have been playing your slut-ty little games in the chat rooms; and THEN you expect ME to take care of your problem when you get all heated up!” His is voice just dripping with contempt, but the look on his face (not to mention the bulge in his jeans) tells the real story - he's as turned on as I am. “What. When she woke up, the room was dark, the red clock on the wall read 11:40, and as she tried to lift herself up, she realized she couldn't. Her face was pressed into the leather his bench for his piano, her legs were tied and splinted to the bench's legs, and her arms were tied above her head in an awkward angle that made breathing a little hard. As she was trying to get her bearings, she felt a hard *SLAP* against her left ass cheek, then *SLAP*, to her right, she cried out, and tears started. Hesitantly, Heather, Madeira, and Janine touched both my flesh and Mom’s, scarcely believing that she was corporeal at all. Yet, when they felt her skin on theirs, felt the electricity and the power that rolled off Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, there was no denying that this was the source of my unique power ... my divine benefactress, my goddess, my mother.“Girls, meet my mother. My true mother. Aphrodite, Goddess of Love. Yes, she’s real, ladies. She’s every bit as real as you and me. Yes, I’m. I went to the hotel alone.When I got there, I was feeling like shit, so I jumped in the shower to clean up. I finished and dried off and climbed into bed naked. The sheets were the highest quality Egyptian cotton and felt amazing. They felt amazing enough that I was turned on by the sensation on my skin. I started rubbing one out, but then fell asleep halfway through from all the alcohol I had imbibed at the party.I woke up to someone moving around in the bed. I tried to remember the last thing.