A trade that had certain aspects that he was all too well aware of, but he ate his male pride while probably thinking that with his poor education and...lack of major funds, they would never continue to associate with him after they graduated from college. You heard them, though. He never pushed them for sex, even in the beginning when he supposedly paid full price for each of them. Consequently, they wound up doing far more with him than he paid for – far more, including their having fallen in. I would have called for an ambulance for a stranger. I didn’t want to. I was too close to the rave to want to hang around. I recognised you in my headlights. Once I knew who you were I couldn’t leave you in the middle of a dark country road. I helped you into the back of my truck onto a bed of hay and brought you here. I thought you would be sober by the morning and then I could run you back home. But once I brought you in here and turned the light on, it was obvious you were more than drunk.. Through the crack she saw a face, familiar yet not at all recognizable. The man's eyes were sunken, his skin sickly jaundiced. He was so much thinner now than she had remembered, but the voice, though weak, was unmistakable."Angilee, is that you?" Jeremy? My God yes, come in!" I may need a little help," he said, wavering a bit as she slid back the bolt and opened the door. He leaned on her heavily as the two of them struggled to get him to the bed where he collapsed, exhausted.She made some. See you tomorrow, slut."Jen jumped up from the plush chair, let the cucumber clutter to the floor and pinched Helen’s nipple, eliciting a yelp. "Yes, see you tomorrow, slut." See you tomorrow, Mistresses," Helen whispered, slumping to the ground and trying to understand herself. She felt dirty, soiled, but she couldn’t deny the incredible feeling the girls’ demeaning words and actions had brought alive inside her, and which were still resonating through her body.She was a grown-up woman, she.