” Anita stated. “I felt pretty sluttish… It felt good!”“You’re not a slut!” Sharon joked. “Maybe a little whorish… but not a slut!�...“I guess the next thing was the handle of my hairbrush. That was good for a long time. The end was rounded and tapered, then got larger again and tapered back down near the bristles. I could push it as deep as the bristles and keep it inside without holding it with my hand.” Anita explained.“Wow… cool!” Sharon exclaimed. “So, did you just kneel on the bed or. Give that a try, my pet." I looked at her with doubt but decided to give it a shot. I closed my eyes and began to twist and pull my nipples with my left hand as my right hand continued to pump my fingers in and out of my now sopping pussy. I allowed myself to think it was Erica's hands playing with me which, surprisingly, was easier than I thought. The more I made myself believe it was Erica playing with me, the more fervent I became. My fingers pumped my pussy harder and faster, and my other. ” “Well you certainly picked the right place to get started,” she laughed. “Come on, let's shoot a game of pool. You'd be surprised how bending over to make a shot with a short dress on will attract attention.” In fact, we shot several games and I know I had shown off my thong quite a few times. At home I had a regulation size table and spent many hours shooting pool by myself. “Can I play the winner?” a masculine voice asked. Cassie looked at me and I shrugged. “Sure, baby,” Cassie smiled.. But I knew that he would leave and let me dress, he always did. He chuckled, "I'm going. I'm going." Pausing in the doorway he glanced over his shoulder and said so softly I almost didn't hear him, "One of these days I'm not going to leave when you say that." When I turned he was gone, but I was sure of what I had heard him say. About an hour later we walked into the club. I started to bitch about the too high cover charge, until I heard the band on stage. It.