She'd seen bits and pieces of pornographic movies; she was in college for goodness sake, and you could barely avoid it, but she'd just rolled her eyes...at that. How could the simple written word be having such an effect?And yet it was, and as the heroine in the story reclaimed her mate, Gabi almost unconsciously shoved her hand inside her panties. She slipped a finger between her slippery lips, working it in and out in a frantic manner. She heard an insistent whimper, realized it was herself,. I took a deep breath, then said, "I remember dancing." You can do better than that."I sighed, "Fine. Chrissy helped me with my toga. We picked the purple sheet to match my bra. Hers was flawless. She's flawless. Tall, leggy brunette with perky little breasts, a tight ass, and gorgeous. Next to her I'm short and dumpy." You're not dumpy," said Owen."But I am short. Being a blonde means I'm constantly overcoming the stereotype of being a stupid nymphomaniac who's only interested in a sugar-daddy. You pull me up once again and sit me on your lap - I'm now staring at the guy who seconds before was fingering me - his cock in his hand facing me. Your cock is rammed up my cunt and I know you are on the verge of cuming. I begin to finger my clit with one hand and with the other I jerk off the guy in front of me. You are talking filth in my ear - you're a hot dirty little slut aren't you? I hear you ask me. Yes I am...... The guy doubles over as he cums from me wanking him. There are several. Also that she and I still hadn't gotten it done. I entered it all because, I wanted to be sure that I knew why.Even though I knew she could take care of herself, I asked, "Do you still feel you need a babysitter?" No, I think I have this figured out. I do want to leave soon though," she said."So you didn't enjoy your two for the price of one sale?" I asked."Oh I enjoyed it that may be the problem. This could become a habit way easier than I imagined." I see," I replied.The husband and wife.