Where would she stay if she left? She had no money but was too well dressed to stay in a women's shelter. For that matter, would he give her a ride to...town? She supposed he would, he was not a spiteful man, even if he had spent the last year taking her body away from her.Then there was the matter of prostituting herself. While she had become a sex toy as well as a very sexual being over the last year, it had all been for Stone. Despite occasional comments about needing her holes available for. His pubic bone smashing into mine over and over again. the ridge of his cock head scr****g against my engorged gspot each time he pulled out only to force his way back into me pushing the air out of my lungs in breathless delight. i couldn’t help myself and came a second time… shaking, spasming and moaning out like a whore in heat. he raised up on his legs to a semi squatting position with his butt just over his feet and pulled me to him so that the entirety of his dick head was pushing. “Hey, I’m looking for….” She froze, feeling a strange sense of displacement, having just turned from her reflection in the mirror to face another, this one decidedly three dimensional. “Hi, Steph.” “How do you know my… wait, shit, you look…” “Just like you, I know.” “Like my twin.” “Sort of.” Steph took a step back, her heart beating a little too hard at the eerie resemblance of the other woman. About average height, chocolate colored hair, hazel eyes… a nice rack. The last thought made. It sounded as if someone was crying of pleasure, so I got up to check what was wrong. But I couldn’t find anything unusual so I went back to bed. Shortly after, I was once again woken up by my urge to pee so I quickly rushed to the washroom. To my surprise, I found the washroom occupied so I knocked and yelled, “Please open the door, I need to pee”. Aisha from inside replied, “Just wait for a second, I will be out in a jiffy.”The door unlatched and I ran inside and finally peed, relieving the.