There was a bench by the path. Sitting down, Stephanie sighed and droppedher head into her hands. ?I'm a failure. I can't follow even the most simplei...struction. I'm not worthy to be anyone's submissive slave.' She criedfor a few minutes but eventually wiped her eyes. The sun was getting low on the horizon. A few people walked along the street,passing the restaurant that she'd eschewed. She wasn't sure what to do, butas she calmed down she began to think about the wonderful feelings that. I'm a slut and thisis what sluts do. So when he woke me up and told me he had a dayplanned I got out of bed and jumped into the shower without waiting forthe details. It's all the same anyway. I dress provocatively and hebrings the randoms to fuck my cunt. I do some coke and get all sexed upand at that point any man can have me. That's what high-maintenanceskinny bitches do, right? I weigh 122 pounds. Why don't I feel likethem?Today, Ryan dressed me in a hot pink, cinched front mini. The apartment in which I was residing, next to that a family used to stay in which 3 persons were there. On one Sunday early in the morning when I was sleeping my door knocked and my eyes got opened and in my mind I was wondering who came this Sunday? But later I went and opened the door and found that it was my neighbor who was knocking. I welcomed him with a smile and he was a man of 45 year old working in a MNC firm in pune. He came inside and introduced himself to me and we shared our. She did have a friend who was gay a few years back; a very pretty girl too. “Maybe we should get you two together sometime?” Karl suggested as his fingers joined Jerome’s. She was getting horny again now. Their fingers teased and excited her. Her thoughts began to roam between sex with this woman, caning Neil and having their baby. It was almost as if they could read her mind. “Talking of babies,” Jerome said, “when are we going to be making a start?” Claire was taken aback. “N... not just.