The goal: to get all this built-up sexual frustration out of her system.The first bar she’d gone to had been mostly empty, and so Carlotta had sat a...d chatted to the bartender. He was short, a little bit dumpy - basically the exact opposite of her type.But she’d reminded herself that tonight wasn’t about finding true love, and so she’d turned up the charm - the young chef had giggled at all his jokes, batted her eyelids, and after enough time had passed that she didn’t feel like a slut for. Actually, it was three rings, but one sufficed to give her control a literal reference.When I say it that way, it sounds bad. It was not one sided. I learned a lot of things about sex, women, the club scene and politics. Always the politics. Veronica was a master of offering you three ways to make her life better. She could make you grateful for having a choice. Fortunately for me, she was not the Mistress of choices. That might have ended more badly.I was an intern for my thesis research. Time. “Mama?” Albert asked, coming in a few seconds later.“Talking to her friend, Doctor Barton,” I said, picking him up. “Where are your brothers?”“With Aunt Elyse! Taking a bath!”“And your sisters?”“With Abbie! Having a snack!”“Did you have a snack?” I asked.“Yes! Grapes!”It was a bit of an odd situation. Here I was with Jessica’s two kids and Kara. The three of us didn’t make that distinction under normal circumstances, but right at that moment, I wondered what was going to happen to our extended. By know my cock was needing release. I put my finger in the thing and it felt awesome. I had to put my dick in it. And there I was. In his room with my dick in his toy. But it felt wonderful. Better than masturbating. And soon I filled it with my cum. I decided I should hurry up in case they come back sooner than I thought. But as I got off the bed, the toy slipped and rolled under the bed. I bent down to retrive it when I found a photo album. Again full of porn. I assumed they were.