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Mirrored Reversal (Chapter  5)
 
    The phone ringing once again as  I finish my relief from sexual 
tension.  The dildo and vibrator slick with  my juices.  My body still shaking as I 
kneel on all fours and feel the  thick knot still embedded in my cunt.  
Fritz trying to pull away from his  bitch, as he pulls me along the wooden 
floor and then the loud pop as his cock  frees from my grasping pussy.  The thin 
semen spilling on the floor as I  lay partially in the puddle as my body 
relaxes into a comfortable  doze.
    Finally pushing myself up from  the floor to look at myself, nipples 
thick and distended from my breasts.   Labia still sensitive as I brush my 
fingers over the puffy cunt.  Seeing my  hair wild and tangled as I look into 
the mirror at the bitch,  Fritz's  bitch.  Wiping the floor with a towel 
brought up for this reason and  looking at my canine master, sleeping soundly in 
a corner of the  attic.
    The sex or breeding, quite  satisfying as I push myself up and rousing 
Fritz to come downstairs with  me.  This is the second time this week that I 
availed myself of his  services.  And he doesn't look too bad for having to 
do that onerous duty  of servicing me or me him.
    Letting him out for a run or a  pee or whatever he might need at the 
moment as I fix his food and water.   Then pouring a short glass of scotch and 
sipping it as I find a dish towel and  place it on a chair as I check my 
burn phone.  Seeing I have had seven  calls this week, one on Sunday and then 
one in the morning and evening of Monday  thru Wednesday.  The last one just 
minutes ago.
    Somewhat pleased with myself as  I note that they are all from the same 
person and hearing John's voice on the  messages, asking me to call him 
back at a certain number.  Leisurely,  clicking the redial and hearing it ring 
through and picked up.
    "Good evening John, you have  been trying to reach me?"  Trying to hide 
my smile as I play  coy.
    "Patrice, why haven't you  answered my calls?  I thought that we might 
get together for a drink during  the week."
    "Is that what you wanted John, a  drink or a fuck."  Not playing his 
juvenile game.  Lightly stroking  over my still aroused sex.  Not able to 
force a dog to fuck you to an  orgasm.  At least I haven't been able to yet.
    "Well, when do you want to get  together, I have a nice big hard cock 
ready to give you a nice hard fuck."   As crude as his words are, I do find 
that they do excite me.
    His conversation deteriorating  into a phone sex call, as he describes 
in rough terms what he would do to me  right now.  Explaining to him that I 
have a busy weekday schedule and  won't be free till maybe Friday night, 
more like Saturday. 
    "You know where I live Patrice,  you come to my house Saturday morning 
around 9 AM, do you hear me?  Nothing  fancy; but we can get together and I 
will have something planned special for  you.  Would you like that darling?"
    Agreeing that I would try to  make it; but it was early in the morning 
for me telling him to have coffee ready  with cream.  The cream comment 
giving him a chance to use a crude  suggestion as to where he would get the 
cream.
    Hanging up from him and in spite  of his boring conversation, finding 
myself wet as I finish myself off with a  slow quiet orgasm.
    Not sure what I expect; but  going for some edging, as I fuck my friend 
Fritz and build somewhat; but don't  achieve the orgasm that I so need.  
Purposely making myself horny as I  await Saturday morning.  Yes I will show 
up at his house.  I need what  he has so far given me.
    A nice long shower, cleaning  myself well for my tryst with my Cro 
Magnum lover.  Fritz already fed and  having had his morning frolic.  I have a 
boy from down the street that will  let him out and also walk him for the 
day.  And tomorrow morning also if I  don't show up.  
    Now, looking in my closet to see  what I might use to tease my sex toy 
John.  Something simple and easy to  take off and put on; plus it must look 
presentable, just in case he wants to go  out, most likely to the bar.  
Settling on a teal button front dress and a  pair of light blue panties and a 
pair of flats.  Shoving my usual two  condoms in my shoulder bag with my usual 
collection of essentials.   Settling on a cab for transport as I have told 
John I do need to be home  Saturday night for a family dinner at six.  That 
is not negotiable as a  condition for me meeting him.  A thin sheath dress 
packed in my shoulder  bag with a bra and panties just in case running late.
    The cab picking me up and  dropping me off at the apartment complex as 
I look up at the door on the second  floor.  Sort of remembering being here 
before as I climb the stairs and  knock on the door.
    Waiting a moment till John  appears and steps to the side to let me 
enter.  His attire mostly his  usual, jeans, tee shirt today and bare feet.  
Looking past him and smelling  some coffee.  "Coffee first, then tell me why 
you need to see me  today?"
    Making an attempt to control the  flow; but knowing I will lose control 
if my passions become aroused.   Sitting down on an easy chair, across from 
his sofa and sipping the coffee,  whole milk and not half and half; but 
what can you expect from a man, not sour  milk at least.
    "So, are you taking me on a date  or something?  Or are you expecting 
something else.?"  My legs  demurely together as I look across to him.  I am 
pretty sure a fuck is what  he wants and after that he doesn't have a clue.
    Patting the cushion next to  where he is sitting as if for me to come 
over and sit by him is a fore gone  conclusion.  Pretty much it is; but I 
wouldn't let him know that.   Looking pointed at the cushion and slowly 
crossing my legs.  The loose  skirt of the dressing riding up and showing my thighs 
and a bit of blue panty I  am sure.  
    "Warm in here isn't it."   Smiling as I undo a couple of button on the 
top of my dress and three on the  bottom.  Fanning myself  with my hand.  
Then smiling  again.
    "Strip down and I will turn the  temp up higher for you.  His laugh 
that nasty one that does get my  attention, as I undo some more buttons, 
working them down past my breasts and to  my belly button, hesitating and then 
working my way up from the bottom,  till  just a couple are holding the front 
of my dress together.  The  insides of my breasts and my thighs all the way 
up exposed as the dress falls  back to the side.
    Looking askance at John, "shall  I continue?"  His nod all the 
encouragement I needed as I lift up from the  seat and slide my panties down to my 
ankles, and the undo the final two  buttons.  Slipping the dress off my 
shoulders and exposing my naked frame  from top to bottom.  Raising my small 
mounds with my hands as if offering  them to him, a mottling of yellow still 
showing on the soft mounds and a  faint ring of teeth marks.  Opening my legs 
and exposing the pouty lips and  the hint of the slit between
    Then stepping out of my panties  and walking over to sit next to him.  
His hands quickly finding a breast  and the lips between my legs.  Big hands 
pawing at the soft flesh.  A  moan and groan as I sit back and let him work 
roughly handle my body.   Feeling the moisture on my walls and the nipple 
taut and hard and thick on my  nipples.
    My hands finding the tab of his  jeans and the zipper and pulling it 
down quickly.  A tuft of curly pubic  hair and his hard cock springing free.  
My hands gripping and stroking it  as he pushes my legs apart and then 
grabbing one, lifting it up and over his  body to lay me supine on the sofa.  His 
pants still at half mast as he  forces the blunt head into my cunt and 
buries it deep with one stroke and then  begins pumping hard in my pussy.  The 
head parting my walls and my walls  closing over it with each stroke, 
covering it like a hand in a  glove.
    My moans and groans, pushed out  of me as his hairy groin snaps into my 
pubes with each hard stroke.  No  slow teasing strokes, just hard thrusts 
of his engorged prick deep in my  cunt.  "That's it bastard, fuck me hard and 
deep.  I want your fucking  seed."  Shouting the words loud enough to draw 
George from his bedroom to  stand over me and look down.   "You next you 
prick, that is if you  want it."
    John, not paying attention just  pounding hard and deep, his release a 
loud shout of, "oh fucking sweet jees" as  he releases thick cream deep, 
coating my tunnel and womb as he shakes his ass  with each injection.  
    Looking up at George and  watching as he doesn't hesitate to lay 
between my legs, and shove his hard cock  into my creamy wet opening.  John's cum 
and my walls, make the tunnel  slippery and George is pounding with a loud 
slaps of flesh into my cunt.   Lasting longer then in the past, his morning 
wood must be strong this  morning.  Finally with a couple of grunts, his cock 
spewing his spunk into  my body and slipping out, wiping his cummy cock on 
my folds and walking to the  bathroom and taking a loud piss.
    John, walking over and shoving  his cock to my lips as I lay back 
looking up at him, tasting his sperm and my  cunt on his cock as I suck it clean 
of the immediate scum, wondering if I am  licking some floozy's cunt from 
his cock.  One he might have fucked the  previous night.
    My labia nicely swollen and  leaking a bunch of creamy white seed onto 
the sofa cushion.  "Told you to  put a towel down.  That will stain nicely 
and maybe smell."  Laying  back and looking up at my conquest and hearing my 
other one flushing the toilet  and walking to his room.  Wondering if they 
discussed my coming over and  both fucking me, or it was just a hap stance. 
    Pushing myself up, nipples  throbbing and my cunt nicely aroused as I 
stand to walk to my dress.  "You  going to buy me breakfast or should I just 
call a cab, since you have got  off?"
    "Oh, I think we have just  started this morning Patrice."  John, taking 
my panties and swiping them  through my cunt lips and shoving them into my  
 hole.  "You hold  them there till I tell you otherwise."  Grabbing my 
dress and slipping  it on my arms and over my shoulders.  Buttoning from my 
belly button to a  couple of button below the fall of my labia.  "Now my dear 
you are dressed  for our day.  The stuffed panties a bit uncomfortable; but 
substantially  stopping the flow of semen from my vagina.
    Standing watching as he  pulls socks and sneakers and then a scarf of 
some  type tied around my eyes.  My hands free, and good thing, as I am  not 
sure I would let him tie me up.
    Standing waiting as George's  voice says he doesn't know if he will be 
there.  John, turning me to  the door and leading me down the steps to his 
car and carefully stepping  into it, my skirt obscenely not covering much as 
I settle in the passenger  seat and pull a seatbelt over me.  The car 
roaring to a start and the  zigging and zagging keeping me from having a clue 
where we are going or how we  are getting there.
    Finally pulling into a driveway  I assume and being escorted out of the 
car and to an opening that I believe is a  open garage.  The blindfold 
stripped off after the slamming of a  door.  The empty garage neat and spacious. 
 
    "I want you to meet some of my  friends Patrice, his hands undoing my 
dress buttons and slipping it off my body  as I now stand naked.  A rough tug 
and my messy panties are pulled free of  my cunt.  The pale blue color 
stained in spots and coated with still slick  semen.
    Not sure I am liking this game,  as it is definitely not John's 
complex.  Standing waiting, not sure what he  is up to next, as he walks around me 
and then reaches and grabs my breasts from  behind.  Mauling them in a hard 
squeeze of the soft flesh, fingers pinching  the nipples and taking a low 
scream from my lips.  Trying to break free of  his encircling arms as he 
continues to maul the small mounds and hard  tips.  Fighting silently, till a man 
walks into the garage and slaps my  right cheek and then my left one.  My 
head rocking back and forth and  burning with a stinging fire from the blows. 
 Another scram quickly broken  off as he does it again.
    Stopping my struggling and  looking at the man in front of me.  A tall 
slender and older man.  His  hand gripping my chin as he looks into my eyes. 
 "Now you will be a good  girl Patrice and maybe, just maybe you will enjoy 
what happens as much as we  will."  John, releasing my breasts, and my 
hands moving to cover them and  try to massage away some of the bruising pain.
    The man stepping back and  appraising, his hands pulling mine away and 
looking at the small breasts,  bruised and sore, the hard tips achingly 
thrust out in front of them and the  puffy lips of my stick wet cunt.
    "Not bad for an old lady  John.  A least she is toned and gets wet 
easily, or did you already fuck  her today."
    A rough laugh in my ear,   "the bitch already had me and George and I 
think wanted  more." 
    "Look at me girl, are you ready  and willing to play a little rough?  
You like to be used hard, it gives you  extra pleasure doesn't it?"  Nodding 
my head as I look the man in the  eyes.  Feeling a tremor of fear as I 
assent to I know not what.  
    An eyebolt in the flat ceiling  of the garage, being fed a length of 
rope with a hook on the end.  Then  feeling the man, pulling my hands behind 
my back and securing them, wrist to  wrist, the hook attached to the ropes at 
my wrists and then snuggly pulling them  back and up.  A spreader bar 
placed around my ankles keeping them wide  apart and the my wrists pulled up to 
the ceiling bending my over in the process  as they are pulled high behind my 
back.  Eyes closing as I feel and  understand the helplessness of my 
situation.  Shivering as I still haven't  objected.
    Then man pulling a chair in  front of me and sitting down to talk with 
me.  "You really don't have a  concept of rough Patrice.  But you will learn 
some about it today.  To  make it simple, you have a safe word and it is 
the word 'stop' you use it and I  will ask you if you really mean it and if 
you say it again, we are done.   Sometimes a person says a word and just wants 
to go a little slower.  The  reason you are here is because John, mentioned 
to me that he knew a girl that  seems to like it a bit rough."
    "We will not mark you  permanently, or scar you or break a bone or cut 
your skin, unless we find you  really want that.  But I do intend to use you 
hard and let you feel the  effect of mixing pain and pleasure.  Again you 
can stop everything with two  simple words, 'stop' 'stop'.  Now my dear we 
will proceed and hopefully  give you some of what you want and what you need."
    A tarp pulled out and spread on  the floor below me.  Looking up at the 
older man as he rummages in a tool  box and brings out some thin wire, 
needle nose pliers and a handful of   assorted steel nuts, as in nuts and bolts. 
 Then another handful of  alligator clips.  My eyes following his movements 
as I try to think on what  he has in mind and already my thoughts are 
running rampant.  Sitting down  and threading the wire into the alligator clips 
so that a couple of feet of wire  is attached to the clip. 
    My eyes drawn to foot steps as a  door is open to the side of me and an 
older woman, slender like the man walks in  and to a chest and takes out 
thin rope, that looks like the type used in the old  style Venetian blinds.  
The woman taking  three foot length and  forming a knot in one end, and the 
pulling my hair back, braiding the knotted  end into my hair.  A tuck, draws 
a groan from me and another harder one  pulls another.  Happy with the 
braid, she lowers my  wrists so I can  stand up and then stands in front of me 
and using a long length of the cord,  wraps it around my back and then front 
and coiling it slow around each breast,  squeezing them tight and 
retightening to have the tips of my breasts forced  out the end of the coils in a 
darkening hard ball size lump of flesh.   Moaning as I feel the tightness of the 
coils, cutting off the blood to my  breasts and feeling them numbing as well 
as itching.  Tying the cord off in  back and then feeding more of it around 
my waist and then down between my  legs and back up to my waist.  The cord 
pulling my labia apart, at the same  time squeezing the fat lips tight.
    The older man now bringing two  of his handiwork to me, whispering in 
my ear, "you may scream as loud and long  as you like Patrice, there is no 
one near by to hear you."  Watching the  pleasure in his eyes as he presses 
one of the alligator clamp open and then  brushes the  ragged teeth against my 
nipple before releasing the pressure  to pull a scream of pain from my 
throat, my whole body jerking as first the one  then the other are placed on my 
fat nipples.  A loud gasp as he tosses the  heavy nuts attached to the ends 
in his hand a few time and then lets them to  fall freely, tugging on the 
already throbbing nipples.  The weights pulling  at the nipples as the coiled 
breasts are thrust out from my body.  The  bunched flesh a dark red almost 
purple.
    Tears in my eyes and slowly  rolling down my cheeks as I moan and groan 
in the awkward position and the  bindings on my private parts.  My grunts 
and groans pulled from my throat  as I feeling a pair of the clamps attached 
to my labia.   Screaming as  I fear he will put one on my clitoris also.  
    Arms pulled back and up, my body  being forced forward till I am at 
crouched forward at waist height, then the  cord in my hair is pulled tight to 
my wrist, tugging my head up to look straight  ahead.
    "Pick the front or the back John  and I will tenderize Patrice a bit."  
John walking forward and with a  little adjustment of my head and wrists, 
my mouth is positioned at the level of  his cock.
    "Don't bite Patrice."  His  fingers pinching my nostrils and forcing my 
mouth open and then shoving his cock  between my lips.  Tethering on my 
wide spread legs and the binding to the  ceiling, as he grabs my ears and 
shoves his cock brutally against my face, the  pubic hair scratching the soft 
flesh, as he skulls fucks me with hard mashing  strokes, rocking in and out 
against my face as my eyes beg for mercy.   Holding his cock in my mouth and 
then pulling it back out to slap it against my  face.  My tears and spit and 
finally my snot running down to drip  disgustingly in long strands from my 
chin to the floor.
    The older man behind me and  showing me thin round dowels; before 
stepping behind me and tapping them against  the tender flesh between my thighs 
and the backs of my knees and calves.   The stings like bee bites, but as he 
goes over the flesh again and again, the  pain intensifying.  Not able to 
concentrate on the stinging of my legs or  the burning in my lungs and the 
panic filling my mind as I rock back and forth  on unsteady feet.
    John finally shooting his load  of cum into my mouth, coating it and my 
throat with the gouts of thick man  cream.  Holding my nose pinched closed 
as I shudder with a need to breathe  as I finally gasp and choke as he pulls 
out.  My eyes  wide and rolled  up in my head, steering unfocused ad I 
feeling my cunt squeezing on  emptiness.
    Dangling with my arms and wrists  burning in the awkward position.  Now 
feeling the strikes of the dowels,  this time being more specific and 
striking at my cunt lips from behind.   The man stepping around me to look into 
my face, as he shoves a round dowel  between my teeth and raises my messy 
face to look at him.  "You are a  lovely sight, you nasty bitch.  I know you 
came already.  And will cum  more times before we are finished with you.  
Maybe take you to a place you  have never been, "sub space."
    The dowel pulled from my lips as  the rope is repositioned to draw me 
more upright.  The dowel stinging my  already mostly numb breasts, slapping 
at them and the turgid tips.  Then  working over my stomach, feeling the 
flesh rippling underneath the skin and then  lower, as he works the entrapping 
fat lips and taps and taps, over the swollen  and bruised flesh again and 
again, working the inside of my thighs and then my  body writhing as he works 
my clitoris.   My screams and moans of pain  and pleasure filling the garage 
with and echoing sound of mayhem.  My cunt  spasming as I cum hard and just 
hang, registering the taps and now probes of the  dowels into my cunt.  
Losing track of time and feeling, as I hang and  quiver to the smallest of 
touches now.  Drool and sperm dripping from my  mouth as hang slack lipped and 
unable to respond or even feel the taps or  localize them as the older man 
takes my body to a place where I don't even know  what my name is or where or 
what is happening, just a haze of numb  pleasure.
    At some point, I know I was  fucked from behind; but no clue of when or 
who fucked me.  Finally  trembling with just the hint of contact by the 
dowel, and hanging, my muscles  jelly now, not supporting me, the ropes cutting 
into my skin.
    Waking up to find that the woman  is undoing the rope holding my cunt 
lips apart and the clamps already off the  flesh, as I can feel a throbbing 
in my lower body.  The nipples and  breasts, hot beds of sensation as the 
clamps and coils are removed.  The  dark red of the confined flesh, now seeming 
to spread into a rash, as sensation  rushes back to the bruised flesh.  My 
body writhing against the bonds  holding me as the woman holds me in place 
with one arm and massages the small  mounds with the other.  The moans now a 
steady whimpering as my arms and  legs are released.
    Sitting on the coolness of the  garage floor the woman again holding me 
against her as my mind comes into focus  and registers the soreness of the 
bruised and beaten flesh.  A salve of  some type rubbed over the marks of 
the alligator clips.  Soothing; but not  taking away a dull throbbing of 
tormented flesh.
    "Have we softened you up a  little bit Patrice?  Do you want to "stop" 
or continue?"  The woman  feeding me sips of water as the sheen of sweat 
that was on my flesh evaporates  and just leaves a scent.  My eyes looking up 
to the older man.  The  woman's hand comfortingly rubbing my back.
    Thinking for a minute, "I  haven't asked for relief."  Eyes meeting and 
the man nodding his  head.  The man handing the woman a blindfold, no scarf 
this time and she  places it over my eyes.
    "This is for your security as  well as ours.  We are going to introduce 
you to some friends of ours that  have come over for a backyard party.  You 
my dear will be a most welcome  addition.  We have some men and women that 
might avail themselves of your  body.  We will try to get you out of here on 
time to go to your dinner  engagement and hopefully, none of the markings 
will outwardly show in your  dress.  Inwardly, I am sure you will be a bit 
sore; but will get over it  and we hope crave for more."
    "Do not take your blindfold off  Patrice.  I will not lead you out to 
the yard with nipple clips, as they  seem to be quite tender at the moment.  
You know your word, if you should  want things to slow down or end.  If you 
take your blindfold off, then we  are done."  
    The woman taking a collar of  some sort and attaching it to my neck and 
then a dog leash.  Her voice in  my ear guiding me out of the garage and 
onto concrete and then grass.   Walking me, as I can hear conversation now, in 
another part of this back  yard.  Whether it is a backyard or a front yard 
or fenced in or not, my  world is darkness and the soreness of my body as I 
move alongside of her.   Her hand taking mine, "bend over and grasp this 
rail.  Now spread your legs  wide apart."  Bent over and feeling in a similar 
position as I was in the  garage this time not bound, but willingly this 
time.  Flushing as I can't  see who or how many may be watching me in this 
humiliation  position.
    Screaming loudly at the sudden  contact of a jet full of cold water 
against my bare ass cheeks.  My hands  clamping onto the rail as I wiggle and 
writhe to escape the wash of chilling  water on my warm skin.  Hearing the 
woman tell me to reach back and spread  my ass cheeks, pulling them apart and 
feeling the jet of water, targeting my  brown hole.  My whole body rocking 
shuddering as the water is more directed  and becomes a solid jet as she 
touches my opening, flushing out, I don't know  what from my body as I feeling 
the blast of cold.  "Now I am turning down  the pressure, I want you to hold 
the water inside till I tell you  otherwise."  Feeling the pressure building 
as I tremble with my insides  filling and bloating as I try to hold my ass 
closed on the filled  colon.
    Holding the trail again, my  knuckles straining and then a loud groan 
as I feel a hand pressing into my tummy  and forcing my body to eject the 
water.  Feeling my insides churning and  cramping and then the nozzle pushed 
against my crown hole, flushing my insides  again.  A general spraying of my 
body  as I am moved to stand and be  hosed down one more time.  The water 
cold, and puckering my skin as I  shiver hands at my side.  
    Then led across the grass again,  my body dripping water, my nipples 
hard and aching from the chill and from  excitement as I feel the warmth of 
the sun on my body.  The voices louder  as I can make out individual comments 
about me, I assume.
    Then feeling strange hands  touching my breasts and vagina and ass 
cheeks as I am made to stand in place on  a short stool or table.  Then hearing 
as dice are thrown and the winner is  handed the leash and I am forced to 
kneel in front of him.  His cock thrust  against my face and pushed into my 
mouth.  HIs hand using my head to  control me as he fucks my mouth.
    "Since I have won and paid the  price for this women, I am allowing 
that all that want to use her body may for  the next hour.  You slut, will stay 
on all fours and allow all to use any  of your holes or any part of your 
body for their pleasure.  Do you  understand?"  His cock pulled from my mouth 
and a slap to my cheek  punctuating the announcement.  
    Quickly I found that using my  mouth and cunt was not so much for their 
pleasure as it was to humiliate  me.  Not totally unexpected was the first 
ass fuck in my virgin hole.   My body riding back into the man behind me, 
who at least lubed his cock in my  pussy and spit in my ass and fingered it 
before fucking the brown virgin  hole.  The ass definitely not something I 
enjoyed, feeling uncomfortable  with a cock in it and then the cum oozing form 
the expanded opening.  The  first initial use of my body, slowing down, as I 
can hear others enjoying some  type of pleasures.  
    Somewhere, I have lost count of  how many have used my mouth and cunt 
and ass; but all have been filled more then  once or twice.
    My arms and legs weary as I  continue to kneel on all fours, cum oozing 
out of my holes, and my face coated  with sperm and spittle.  The slaps and 
squeezes and pinches, just adding to  the pleasure and pain,  None doing me 
long enough to let me cum, just  enough to arouse my need and let it 
ferment.  
    One woman placing a chair in  front of me and then using my mouth and 
face to arouse her pussy.  Licking  her cunt and the seeping seed leaking 
from her hole to her asshole.   Tasting his cunt and ass, as she works herself 
into an orgasm on my  face.  
The scary part is when someone led a dog over to where I  was kneeling and 
I could hear the growling and smell the dog fur and feel the  wet nose touch 
my ass and cunt and thighs and the tongue give one lick and my  scream and 
jump at the contact.
    The yard full of people  laughing and I believe the older man stating 
that the dog can have the bitch  another time, but not today.  My body 
flushing, and wishing that they did  let the dog breed me.  Needing that and 
thinking maybe I could cum on his  cock.  Just needing something to get me over.
    Finally the party breaking up  and John, leading me to the garage, 
throwing me a towel and wiping off my face  and body as best I can.  Then 
dressing as the blindfold is off.  And  just John and the older man are with me.
    "You have been shown some of  what we offer; but not all Patrice, maybe 
you will want to learn more of our  group in the future.  John can always 
help set up another meeting for  you."
    Blindfold on my eyes, as John  drives me to the restaurant to pick up 
my car.  Here is a collection the  group took up for you."  Handing me a 
paper bag, filled with crumpled bills  and coins.  "Probably more then you are 
really worth; but even a slut has  to pay bills."
    Driving home, feeling the ooze  from my nether regions onto the back of 
my dress, and continuing to massage my  swollen clit, till I have to pull 
over and rub out a quick hard  orgasm.   My whole body shuddering with the 
violent release.  
    Then shakily driving home to  soak in the tub for a long soothing bath, 
wondering how Frizt is doing in the  backyard, letting him out when I got 
home, after, pushing him away from my  cunt.  Maybe I will avail myself of 
his attention later; but for now  enjoying the soothing hot water and my 
scotch...............
    
  
 
    
     
    
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