I realized that I was slowly rubbing my nipple on the edge of the table as I leaned forward to eat. I let my hand drop to my lap and stroked my pussy....It was sore, but wet. Why was I wet again? Where did these feelings come from? Why did I keep thinking about the men and women that had used and abused me last night? Why did it turn me on?I cleaned up the dishes and sat on the couch with the envelope. I still had my hand between my legs rubbing my clit softly as I read the letter.Slave,Clean. The cars beeping as they drove by certainly didn’t keep me from getting hard as she took me all the way down. “Someone’s been practicing” I moaned between strokes. She just kept looking up at me taking me deep into her throat. Her tongue pressed against my shaft as she slowed her rhythm a little to catch her breath. I could barely hear her moaning over the cars as they passed by but it was enough to let me know she was really turned on by this. I opened the passenger side door so that we were. More

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