I must have looked a fright! Sharon couldn't stop laughing."Now," she said. "That should teach you not to try on my clothes and jerk off without permi...sion, shouldn't it?" Yes, Goddess," I replied miserably."Do you want to come in?" she asked."Yes, please, Goddess," I replied."Well, we have to get you cleaned up first. Tell you what. You wait right there. I'll go down to the basement, get a bucket, fill it with water, and then I'll come back and pour it over you. That should do the trick."It. She even had a thin trickle of semen coming outof her nose now that she was upright. Her legs werebruised with the marks of many hands and fingers, andthe inside of her thighs scratched from various zipsand belt buckles. Her body was covered with bite marks– her nipples had especially been a target to the pointwhere they were red raw and bleeding.She made it to the bathroom and spent all of fiveminutes retching – mostly bile and semen. She crawledinto the shower and ran it until the. She was an expert, I guess, on the broken, the wretched, an expert on the men who wanted young girls, but had no practical means of acquiring one.She collected the money, sorted and arranged by value and kept in a tight roll in her purse."Hey Amber. Go talk to that guy," she would say. And I would go to him, to his fat, wobbly body and his merciless stare."Hey sweetie, what's your name?" Amber." You come here a lot, Amber?" Yeah. Come on, you know who I am. Fifty for a blow, a hundred for a. "Shut up!Isn't it bad enough that I put up with this crap every day at work? NowI have to come home and find my husband crawling on the carpet withsome blond bimbo. Forgive you? I doubt it. Maybe, just maybe I'll finda way to let you make it up to me, but it will be on my terms and by myrules! Now, get your sorry ass up stairs and shower all that filth offof you. When I get up there I expect to find you on your knees at thefoot of the bed and your skin red from scrubbing off the filth. Now.