To feel them shoot their hot cum in me. I so longed to be their sexy feminine whore, willing to do whatever they might ask of me. I was in a trance, p...rtly from the coke, partly from the pill that Derek had given me, and partly from my own wanton lust. I just wanted to suck that cock, nuzzle his balls, kiss them and serve him. I was a slut.I felt a finger upon my assbud and felt it begin to go in and out. In and out. And again. How good it felt. I realized that the young woman was no longer. I suspected that she was afraid that I'd go hang out with the boys if she didn't keep me busy. Chicks. They were all like that.Joan was already up, as she normally was. I got up and took a shower, and pulled my robe on. I saw Joan's panties still on the floor from last night. I picked them up to throw them in the hamper. But as my hand brushed against the soft silky fabric, and the pretty lace on the edges. I became aroused just thinking of them laying tight against her pussy. I wondered what. In an attempt to establish a rhythm, I slowed down but rapidly speeding up like adjusting a pile drive; slowing down once again, only to shift in the top gear and went full throttle keeping her on the edge with the rapid change in my pace and tempo. She had once again reached for her clitoris and sighing as I drilled her deeper. Now with a different thought, I pulled out of her, got off the bed to place my head between her thighs to make my lips go find her pink folds, making her gasp. Her eyes widened and her face grew hot. Rushing to her closet, she debated as to what to wear. Her eyes fell upon the pretty floral maxi dress Gabriel had bought her on Rodeo Drive. With a grin, she grabbed it off the hangar and slipped it on. The cool gauzy material slid over her body down to her ankles. Rushing to her dresser, she unpinned her hair and fluffed it out so it fell in wild waves around her shoulders to her waist. A little bit of face powder and gloss for her lips had her.