I can almost feel the blood vessels fill for the umpteenth time today, and a deep, delicious soreness suffuses my groin: the aftermath of a day of sex...al slavery, just like every other day.Except, of course, today was different.Cathy went home today.I don't know how she wriggled herself into those jeans; they were so tight that she must have been poured into them. Her pert, springy ass was wrapped lovingly in faded blue denim, those smooth, delicious globes unmarred by pockets. The ragged waist. With each car that passed, I looked to see if it was Jon. My lust continued to build. When he did pull up, it felt like I was hit by a bolt of lightening. I said, "Hi Jon" and he respond, "hi, want to come in and get something to drink" he then went in and left the door open. I went in and closed the door behind me. Jon said, "why don't you go take a shower" and without saying a word, I walked to his bathroom. I stopped at the shower and froze. Jon was behind me standing in the doorway and. “Pretty butt, all mine.” “Please fuck me, Don,” Fanny said simply. “Everyonetoys with me, but no one will ever fuck me.” But Don ignored her; she looked so beautiful bent overthe table, as though she bore a great weight on hershoulders, the burden of satisfying the desires ofothers while hers were left neglected, over and overagain servicing countless men with her mouth, with herhands, and now with the shape of her body, as the needwithin her escalated beyond. Oh my god. He was asking me out on a date. I really, really wanted to go out with Ben, but I was trying to think of how much money I had left for the week."Um..."He cleared his throat. "Oh. Never mind. Forget I said anything."He thought my hesitation meant that I was rejecting him."No," I quickly said. "Ben, I want to, but um..."I let out a small breath and pulled my wallet out of my pocket and fingered through my cash. I had $24 dollars."As long as it's not too expensive," I said as I put my.