"Well, well, well if it isn't the stripper turned slut." Say whatever you want Betty. It's over. Matt and Brittany are on their way back to Oregon and...I have a job prospect in New York. You can't hurt us anymore, so why don't you just..." You listen to me slut! You're bought and paid for! You are going to do exactly what I tell you to and nothing more!" Not any more Betty we..." Do you take me for an idiot? That apartment is wired for video and audio. I later listened to every plan the three of. And my cock is really hard. Hard in the morning isn’t exactly unusual or remarkable in itself, but the sensation of what is happening, it occurs to me, is very unusual to say the least. It feels as though it is moving very slowly, and is warmer than the rest of my body. Images of yesterday drift over me; a woman, a restaurant, lingerie, champagne, a gentle lingering kiss, gorgeous breasts, hard nipples. Random images play, but I am unable to focus on any one of them before the erotic slide show. It got loud in there momentarily from the many voices of all kinds all talking at once. Mama grinned at Tina and had her move over to another wall. She whispered for Tina to place her left leg on the toilet seat and brace herself by placing her hand on the door. Mama lifted her skirt and stroked her fingers up and down across Tina’s pussy, making note that her panties were becoming moist from this action. She slipped her fingers inside Tina’s panties, and finger stroked her pussy, particularly. Our hips moved softly and my cock went in and out of her tight pussy slowly building the friction. My head bent down and I kissed Judy’s firm breasts and then we kissed deeper, our tongues tangle and explore each other. The feeling of being with Judy like this was wonderful. This soft lovemaking and exploration of each other’s bodies proceeded at a leisurely pace. I traced Judy’s skin with my fingers and teased her shoulders, her neck, lightly kissing her ears, her nose, running my hands.