"Thanks, Chrissie," Sam said. "I'm so sorry." No worries, Sam. Let's go."Chrissie led Sam back to treatment room 3."If you'd like, there is a shower...in the changing room. We have plentyof time if you'd like to shower and relax," Chrissie offered."I'd love that," Sam said, and she disappeared into the changing room.Sam turned on the water and stripped naked. As the steam rose from thehot shower, Sam could smell that familiar, calming scent. What shedidn't know was that the shower water. Veronica was now feeling like a real whore never cheated and never had anyone watch her finger herself, she was now being filmed, rubbing faster the strangest feeling was building in her body, moaning louder and rubbing faster her body started to shake unable to stop rubbing, the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced ripped through her body making her squirt like hell, her body convulsed like she was having a fit, she was unable to stop rubbing her back arched and screamed again as more. He seemed edgy, as though my performance last night had jarred him, and not in a good way. He picked up the shirt on the floor, and I remembered breaking the buttons off it, wondering if he was still annoyed with me. Still not facing me, he spoke again. “Everything ok with you, Alison? I mean seriously.” His voice was tight, as though bracing himself for my response. “I’m fine,” I said, my voice feeling raw, and unconvincing. “You just don’t seem like yourself these days… And obviously, I’m. With fully rounded breasts, a tiny body and a head of curly red hair, she was every high school boys dream. But Penny could care les about those boys. Yes, she had given her fair share of under the bleacher blowjobs and had lost count of how many high school boys had felt her up through her bra, but Penny had her sights set on Mr. Hasselback. Chad Hasselback was 39, a soccer coach with graying blonde hair and abs that could cut glass. Most importantly Chad was the single father of Gwen.