She grabbed the older womans hand and held it against her own heart to allow her to feel the same beat. – I think I love you too…. Corinne blinke..., as if not registering Rosees words. She felt a hazy feeling engulf her and wondered for a brief moment if she was still drunk. But the feeling of the delicate fingers on her chest, and the softness of the skin she felt under her own digits, made it altogether as fantastic a truth that could possibly be&hellip, A dreaming reality, a realised. I called again and he said he was close by. So I decided to hang around the lobby. I found him there. I recognized him from the profile pic of his at the SD site. So I said hello and when he returned my hello, I could smell the cheap whiskey that he had been drinking. Rather than get into a scene in the lobby, I quietly guided him to my room. That he was drunk was obvious – as he offered to suck me in the lift itself. When I refused the offer, he got into a ‘you-don’t-like-me?’ routine. I. Just like every other night. It didn’t bug her so much anymore. The dim light masked what might be seen otherwise.No one cared if you felt broken. No one cared that they themselves might be broken. For those few hours, everything was a blur. And that was okay.A friend had gotten her into this line of work. Well, a friend of a friend. It was good money. Easy money. Free drinks. Good exercise. Better than working at a gas station, and definitely better than kissing some. We ought to take pictures!” His tongue and lips and mouth covered her smooth skin, the stiff little clitoris, back and forth, in and out, up and down – “harder, John, suck me harder!” she cried. Fingers and tongue. And then he climbed on, plunging deep inside her. “Fuck me, baby, fuck me good…” she said. He pushed deep, buried inside her now. Rhythmic, tried to make it last as he did his “new” wife. Couldn’t last… she squeezed down on him and her newly-shorn pussy felt like the first time.