It wasn’t the bed, but it was better than some places I endured before the WfD shelter. I remembered the second vibrator in my mini dresser and retr...eved it as well. That might help me get over the hurdle that was keeping me from achieving release.When I got it out, I figured how to turn it on. It was loud, and at first, I was worried that it would awaken Bob. I turned it off and Bob was still snoring. I forgot how much I hated his snoring! The dildo was too large to be functional as such, but. I was afraid he might shove it all in me at once. "Just take it easy. Okay, baby?" I said. "You're just like all the other little sluts I fuck," said Randy. "You love my cock, but then you're afraid of it. Tell me you love my cock, you little slut." "Oh, I love your cock, Randy. I want you to come here and fuck me with it, every day." "And then you're going to let me fuck your slutty girlfriend, too?" "Yes," I said. "You can fuck us both in the same night. But in the daytime, I want you to fuck. I marveled at her generosity of spirit, something I knew I’d not match in her circumstances.But as he slumped into the chair, I realized I’d misjudged Grace again. Because as she’d helped him up and then down into the chair, her hand had been in the perfect position to reach into Francis’ blazer pocket and extract his cell phone.Before he knew what was happening, Grace had asked for and got his PIN from Sue, and seemed to be scrolling through Francis’ contacts. A look of satisfaction on her. Okay, she was jealous. As loyal a friend Mary was, she often felt left out when it came to men. Often she could hear Mary coming home from dates with her new man, she could hear the moaning from Mary’s bedroom, she could almost smell and feel it how her friend got laid by yet another gorgeous man. She spent those nights touching herself, running her hands over her breasts and then moving them down to trace the outlines of her shaved pussy. Rubbing her clit in the same rhythm that Mary got.