She slid a hand under her shirt and briefly cupped and squeezed her breasts, before she ran it down her flat stomach and pressed on her clit a few tim...s."Hmmmm," she moaned to herself softly, then blew a kiss at her reflection in the mirror and laughed. The aspirin and beer was rapidly chasing the headache away and the horny feeling was rising.Dawn ambled into the kitchen, filled and switched her coffee machine on and got some bread out to toast. She slipped back to the night before in her. "I guess I get turned on when I see the menkiss each other." Come with me, then," he ordered, taking my hand and leading me to thevideo arcade. It was almost pitch-black there, but he had no troublefinding his way to a fairly small booth. We were forced by the lack ofspace to stand close together while he took a five-dollar bill from hispocket and fed it into the machine. A heterosexual film came on, but hepressed a button four or five times and stopped when a film showing twoyoung gays kissing. “It’s a little different to this morning. It has a definite musk about it now. I remember that smell very well; in some ways it was like it was just yesterday. Poor old Phil though seems to have lost his sense of adventure. What I would give for another wild weekend with the man he was.” It was nice to let her reminisce and we all were happy to indulge her. I encouraged her but I was a little surprised to hear her talk of Philip as though he were some kind of legendary lover. “So Phil was a bit. I can only stare at her and pant like an overheated dog.“Good girls get rewards. Are you a good girl?”I can’t talk, so I nod and my dripping hair swings.“You want some sweeties, good girl?”I nod again, trembling as the chef presses into me and the woman holds up my poppers. She grips the top of my wet head, and I take the biggest hits I can before she caps the bottle and drops it in my bag. The drug whirls through me, and all I want is to be dunked and slapped and fucked some more.The woman.