” “Huh?” “You're with her, right? She's your girlfriend?” “Oh. Yeah. But I will definitely be calling you. That was great.” They kissed ...one last time and began getting dressed. As Lindsey lay back on a bench, she breathed heavily. She had never realized how fun having sex was. Her father had shown her a way of living. She wanted more. She had to have more. She didn't even care who gave it to her. Lindsey was hooked.(_)(_)(_) The clock was clicking closer to the end of math class in the last. As busy as her work kept her, she still hit the gym regularly, as her slim waist and toned muscles clearly showed. Her wardrobe was primarily business-formal, heavy on skirt suits and evening dresses for the various socials and galas she would attend, and her shoes were almost exclusively high heels, made by the hottest fashion houses of Europe.She had no shortage of lovers, but very few long-term connections. She used sex to facilitate deals, and took pleasure from whoever caught her eye,. She walked to the window: a gorgeous fifteenth-story view of the night-lit city. Without a word, he pressed up behind her and slowly pulled down the zip on the back of her dress. It fell to the floor. She had no bra on, which let him kiss her neck, her smooth back, all the way down… He bit her tiny white knickers, catching a bit of her skin, which sent an amazing thrill racing through her body. He pulled them down to the floor. Then, in one movement, he spun her around and licked her clitoris.. This was important during longer sessions so as to avoid damaged goods. Not that healing potions could not take care of most damages, as they also healed injury from harder torture: bleeding, cuts, and burns and such, even milder mutilation.Finally, Laedia came for the last time, rubbing her cunt while the boy's tongue was deep in her ass. He was on his back, sprawled on a table. Ferrah also came, riding his cock, her long legs pulled up so that the heels of her leather boots bit into the sides.