So he quickly got dressed and left me in the booth to clean myself up.I could barely walk as I made my way to the restroom to clean up a little more, ...y ass felt like he was still inside of me. My hole was throbbing, little spasms of pleasure as it pulsed with every heartbeat. I needed to sit down and soon. Once I made it to the front lobby I sat on the padded bench for a little bit, enjoying the pulsing of my sphincter as it tried to grab my shorts and suck them up inside of me.After a little. .." Kate has a strange, growly, very hungry sound in her voice when she says the last part.Fucking hell! She wants two fists up her at once! It sounds so wicked it makes my heart go bumpity-bump! I try not to think about it as we lay on the bed, head to toe, legs loosely inter-laced, one knee bent. We can reach other quite comfortably. Then I'm wondering how it will feel to have her fist in my cunt, instead of my bum. Will I be too tight? She said she thought it'd be easier than in me arse, but. "Shirley, are you all right?" I don't ... I'm not sure ... STOP CONFUSING ME!"I was getting frustrated with Jim. Of course he didn't know what was going on inside my head. Neither did I. I also felt extremely confused. Did Jim do this to me? What did he do to me? What did I get myself into?"Sleep, Shirley. Sleep!"I looked at Jim, and my confusion immediately turned to anger. That was my hypnotic trigger! He wanted to put me under. That bastard! He promised me ... So much for being equals. That. Together, Dee and Lisa took a cab to Piccadilly Circus and stood under the statue of Eros, the god of love. They paused there and walked on to London’s famous red light district. Dee blew kisses at the prostitutes standing in the ground-level bay windows. “What would it be like to do that?” Dee asked. “You want to be a window whore?” Lisa laughed. “Sure! I would! Why not?” Dee screeched. Then they went to The French House pub for a brew. “Someone told me that Brixton had the best black.