When sleeping, Jessica could swear that she heard voices telling her things, giving her verbal instructions, commands, etc. in her dreams. She thought...at first that it was divine revelation, but it was soon clear that the messages from these voices told her to sin, repeatedly and pointedly. They told her that her purpose in life was to be a slut wife, to service her husband, look the other way whenever he screwed around or even join him and the others, and to spread her legs for damn near. It was pretty typical of most cheap motels. A few of the rooms had two full size beds but most had one queen size. At seventy-five dollars a night, you couldn’t beat the rates but that wasn’t why the place was always so busy, it was their student specials. For thirty bucks you could get a room for two hours. Management insisted they did not do it for purposes of hanky-panky but to offer students a couple hours of privacy and relaxation away from the college madness. Whatever the reason, Trey. I could smell her, and it was clear that she was really turned – by me, I wondered?“And keep finger-fucking yourself, my little mouse. But you can’t cum until I give you permission. Do I make myself clear?” She smiled down at me.I nodded, then leaned forward, extended my tongue, and started to lick…The MouseExotic dancing had solved my immediate money problems, and it had helped me learn a lot about myself, namely that I really was a slut. I had always enjoyed sex, even when I was giving it. We weren't noise, but I am sure you could hear us.One morning, your friend asked you a question as you two ate breakfast after I left for work. We had had some sex before I showered and you now sat in the kitchen waiting to take your shower, with some cum leaking out into your panties. You loved the gooey mess from our lovemaking, it reminded you of our passionate love making moments before.Your friend if you had sex with me every single day? You smiled and said most of the time, and sometimes.