” I complained. “What is wrong with you?!?!” I demanded.I turned to look at her wanting to know what I had done to cause her to be so angry with... me that she would do what she just did. “I’m so horny,” she said, stroking her still hard clit, “nothing I do satisfies the need.” I could see the anger, the lust, in her face as she said this but she wasn’t looking at my face as she spoke. Britta got back on the bed and straddled my thighs. I could feel her still hard member laying on my ass. What kind of woman was Tammy?When I first ran into Tammy, I was working my ass off in college. We were about the same age, but she didn't go to school. I had seen her around the campus at several parties, but she was an enigma to me. She made minimum wage working in a fast food restaurant near the school. I wondered what kind of woman knew most of the people our age in the school, but didn't consider going there herself?Tammy was also pretty difficult to describe. She taught me a lot about. She was not really being hurt other than her sore behind. Her pussy was wet, slick, and accommodating. But as much as her body responded, her mind was not there with it. In a way, she felt they had finally broken her.She did not bother manipulating her sex muscles; the servant's inexpert and brute force approach made it moot. Nothing she could have done would have enhanced her own pleasure, and what there was did not make it into her head, as if her mind had become completely separated from her. From where I say I could see her pull off her skirt and reveal a black thong. That got my attention instantly as I watched, my cock getting hard. I watched her strip it all off and then she pulled on her leggings and a shirt. It happened so fast as she came back out and saw me, her eyes lit up seeing my bulge pushing at my pants. "What is this? What are you doing?" she said panicking. "Put it away, make it go away now! Everyone will be here!" she said. I was also panicking but after realizing.