“What the hell was that!?” I asked
“What you thought you just sat in a bar and a beautiful older woman was so infatuated with a girl dressed like a $20 hooker that she brought her home? Sex “The former Mr Williams, I knew you would find your way home,” it was Virgil. My fingers spread my folds apart as I desperately rubbed my clit and it felt good, very good, but I wasn’t cumming. God what had I gotten myself into coming back here? I waited, it seemed like an age. Calling someone she looked at me, all splayed and helpless. She had a slight accent, I couldn’t quite place it, somewhere in eastern Europe I thought. It was also called the Regency, it had been built and owned by the same people as the theatre back when this district was rich enough to warrant either. The Aphrodite was a nice place, very modern. As I calmed I was able to think, thinking is a good way of solving problems. Bright pink it matched the dildo, probably bought them as a pair
The dildo slowed again, slowed right down making me whimper at the lack of plastic pressing up against my walls.
