I would love to come down and do lunch every week with you." said Sherri. "We should go shopping, I have a credit card of his, and I have no idea what...the limit is, but it's high." she grinned wickedly at Lisa "I enjoy working it off." laughter drifted from them as they returned to work.Sherri went back to work on another file, this one was easy and she was organizing it as Lisa returned from the meeting with Carl. Sherri saw her sit at her desk looking depressed. She rose and went to her. I started to search foreveryday items that I could use to pleasure myself that would not hurtme. At the end of my search I had a few possibilities. I had the handleof my hair brush, the turkey baster, and my curling iron (turned off andcooled of course). I laid all three objects across the bed thinkingwhich of these items was going to give me the most pleasure. The handleof the brush was ribbed for better grip, but I had a different idea. Igrabbed a studded condom from the sex drawer and put it. But my stupid heart. And my stupid hopes and dreams. So, I take it out on myself. Knowing that again in life, I am not enough. I will never be anyone’s top priority. And I deserve this torment because I am a whore. Always have been and always will be.I can write all these erotic stories of us and truthfully, I know that’s all they will ever be. Stories. Dreams. There is no future here. That is my cold reality. We can get a hotel and lose ourselves in the clouds for an hour or two. But then we. .that should be good enough, now let us have some fun...' I was twisted back around as his pet once again seized my penis and sucked just as greedily. My host embraced me with his left arm tightly as he parted my bung creeks with his right. His massive member probed my anal orifice and pressed urgently against it as my outer anal sphincter muscle ring relaxed and allowed his penile tip to invade my neither region. I was in lustful bliss as his massive monster slid effortless into my bung hole..