They fucked. He fell asleep. She was bored. Her fingers were jilling her pussy as she thought about being taken by more cocks than she could count, us...d roughly, taken beyond her limits.She knew she needed to be raped. She knew the fantasies wouldn't go away until she lost control, until she was taken by strange, dirty, selfish men.Saturday morning, Charlotte drove to the next town. She bought a pair of handcuffs at a stag shop and the skankiest tartan skirt she could find. She then went to a. " Well, maybe a couple."What I am, is compelled to shed my clothing and put myself out here in front of you tonight," Aimee said. "Inhibitions I woke up with this morning are ... gone. I have no shame in looking like this, being seen like this. I have a need to be this way. And I am not alone."Aimee nodded off-camera, and an equally nude Darren McCarver joined her front and center, her Amazonian figure on full display. She wore heels she avoided in the field and easily stood 6-foot-2 – making. I threw the blouse into the laundry hamper along with the skirt. I unclasped my bra and tossed it onto the bed. It always felt so good to me at the end of the day to take off my bra, so freeing.I grabbed some exercise clothes and put them on. Now on to my favorite part of the day, I thought sarcastically to myself. I turned on the lights to the basement and headed down to the area where I had an exercise bike set up in front of a TV. I turned on a show that I had been watching and began. ’ ‘Shutter the thought,’ … and on and on…. We spent our days working in a cramped office space that had been left over from the full time employees of the hospital we working with this particular week. Even in the close quarters, we seemed to get along without the drama that can come from living in tight quarters. Evenings that week were free to relax and hang around doing nothing. Pete often disappeared to his hotel room and crashed. He wasn’t much for chit chat and hanging out at the hotel.