I managed to find something half-decent to wear, and managed to walk over to her dorm without tripping and killing myself. I went in and knocked on he... door."Hi!" she said as she answered. She was wearing a pink blouse and a gray knee-length skirt. She had even put on a bit of makeup. She looked fantastic. We left her room and got in the elevator."What are you in the mood for, to eat?" she asked."I don't know. How about you?" I've got a mad craving for sushi," she giggled."I've never had. Wicked...before. I knew that whoever won the last hand would want to, would expect to have sex with me, so I thought it might be fun to get it out of my system as I had never really had much experience before.My husband had more details when he got home the next night. The party was to be set for a Saturday night in two weeks. I was to wear a "revealing outfit" but it was to be my choice on whether I had to entertain each man alone for ten minutes or would be with the winner of the last hand. I. Nothing could compare to thinking about them, they just seemed to be my fantasy drug."Wow, they are so arousing. If someone offered me ten grand to just stop thinking of them sexually forever, I'd tell them to go screw themselves. I just want them, maybe I'd even leave school if I got them. I want Inessa eating my pussy as I eat Haven's, or vice versa."I failed to stick my fingers up into my slit as I knew that would make me cum. I only desired to keep fantasizing about them for as long as I. Except the little whore stayed silent, clutching my arm, not yet free. I paid everybody when we dropped each off and took the cab to the apartment. Only when the door closed did the little whore relax. She relaxed more when I gave her a shot of heroin the Negro had given me along with the new syringe. After my shot we relaxed in bed, nodded off, awoke, made slow gentle love, nodded, made love some more, took a long bath, made love and slept. Discovering heroin desensitizes, prolonging orgasms.