A grimy window at the end of the toilet block looked out onto the kitchen.Sophie was surprised the water was warm—she learned later that it was heat...d by the kitchen range—and for a brief moment forgot her problems as she soaped and sponged the sticky residue left by the rapists from between her legs and out of her hair. When she had finished Sophie thought she would try a speak to Trevor who she could see standing by the kitchen door. Before she could call out Charlie appeared and spoke to her. My finger stills on my nub, but only for a little while, for I know that I will need that sensation, that drive again, to push me over the edge, but I am not ready yet. My free hand goes up to tweak on the clamps that are tightly attached to my nipples. The pain is full of pleasure, and I can feel my clit engorge even more. My hand goes back to my mound, and I run my fingers from the opening of my pussy, where I continue to run the dildo in and out of my hole, up past the inner lips, so. My husband was out of town for business; he was going tobe gone for three weeks. After about a week and a half Icouldn’t control the desire to have my physical needsmet. I decided I would hit the bar the next night andfind a suitable guy. It was a little after eight when I began to get ready. Ifixed my hair and makeup, put on my favorite black silkhalter top that highlighted my natural 44B breasts, apair of jeans and a pair of six inch heels. I checkedmyself in the mirror and thought to. He made small talk as he drank his water, but I could see his eyes glued to my cleavage as his words turned into a muffle in my now wandering mind. He finished his drink, and handed me the glass. I took it in one hand and grabbed his arm with the other pulling him closer to me. I looked into his young eager eyes and he took my cue immediately. He leaned in and slid his hand around my waist. As his lips hungrily met mine and explored my mouth, I could feel his hard cock against my thigh. He.