‘Yes.’ Something was happening. The girls pulled away from each other and sidled up to their men. Jill ran her pale white fingers atop Desmond’s... skull. Lily tousled my hair. We looked at our women, and they smiled at us. Jill cooed to Desmond. ‘You wanna have some fun, baby?’ Desmond raised his eyebrows at her, as if to say, What the fuck kind of fun could I possibly have here? Jill brought her lips to Desmond’s ear and whispered something. He stiffened, and straightened, and then relaxed and. ‘I was on the balcony watching. I must say you know how to handle your business.’ ‘Oh, so you liked my performance. I am glad it turned you on. I called myself the Nature Boy. What is your name, sexy?’ ‘Sasha,’ She answered with a laugh. ‘Why you call yourself the Nature Boy?’ ‘I got the name from my favorite wrestler, Ric Flair.’ I continued. ‘He was the man! I thought he was flyest dude in wrestling, and I love his whole persona.’ As I walked her to the subway, we exchanged numbers. I was not. "Oh, yes, I am a fucking slut," she wailed. "Please keep fucking me!, Keep fucking me!" "You're really a slut and you love being fucked, don't you? Tell me what a slut you are!" "Oh, Dr. Mathews, keep fucking me! Yes, fuck yes! I'm a cock-loving slut! Oh, your dirty talk is getting me so fucking hot! Keep fucking me!"Dr. Mathews then got into the flow of condemning expletives and unrelentingly continued, "You love to be fucked like a whore, you slut, you fucking slut. You love to be fucked. ‘Touch me…’ ‘Touch you where?’ Unable to respond because of the light circles Daniel was tracing on her inner thigh, where her shorts ended, Sophie simply grabbed his hand and placed it directly on her clit. ‘Here.’ For the second time that afternoon, Daniel’s mind believed he had died and gone to heaven. He wasted no time in slipping her shorts down her legs before returning his hand to where she had placed it. Even through her panties (which, though they seemed to be made of just plain.