Net/couple/journey-of-a-slut-in-search-of-money/ and this is a continuation of this sex story.People ask me about my other stories, click on my name a...bove, which leads to all my stories, this is part 2 of the story of a slut who craves for something new, idea is to write erotica on different aspects of it, which helps the arousal around, mail me on for feedbacks, please respect Girls, I do.After the debauchery of last time, I was clearly in this game, I liked the sex, the fun the attention and. I climbed on the Stairmaster. Sasha’s face invaded my thoughts and wouldn’t go away. When I finished my course, I walked slowly back upstairs to our bedroom where Dylan was still asleep. I turned on the shower, took off my clothes and stepped into the steam. As I was shampooing my hair, a wad of suds slipped down to my breast. Remember what happened the last time I did this? I started to rub it on my nipple, but stopped. What are you doing? I scolded myself. You can’t let yourself do this. I. I’ve noticed her looking at me many times. Then I thought that I should check whether she is thinking the same way as i was thinking about her. Then i decided not to hurry, because she was there for 10days at our home.2 days passed away with casual talks. As there were only 2 bedrooms at our home, she use to spend her leisure time in my room chatting with me.in those 2 day, i became personal to her, like whether she had a boyfriend or not? Her friends and all. She use to start conversation with. Less obvious. It’s an invitation to a man to fuck you. Just a hint of shyness. Men adore shyness.’ Click. ‘You’re getting there. A slight angle of head.’ Click, click. ‘Hands away from face and out of sight.’ Click, click.’ ‘Great.’ Click, click, click, click. ‘Last one.’ Click. ‘That’s it. Get dressed.’ ‘When will the photos be ready?’ Rachel removed the necklace. ‘Not long. Take a seat. Make yourself comfortable. There’s some magazines on that table.’ ‘Right.’ She was out in less than an hour.