She sold for $2200, not bad, in fact one of the best prices of the evening they told me. The Hall took their ten percent, and I was rid of my mistake....I stuck the money in my pocket and drove down the road to the hell-and-brimestone church where they sold and rented young girls, run-aways and abandoned kids, homeless for whatever reasons. I had gotten a couple of good lays from them, just girls for a week or so, disposables.They had nothing I wanted, just a bunch of soft, beat-up sluts.So I had. Today Pam had her eye on a blonde student. She was beautiful with nice round full tits and an ass to die for. Pam asked her to stay after school to go over an assignment that she was struggling with. Pam had unbuttoned a couple buttons on her blouse revealing her large tits down to the nipples. She sat the girl at the table and was leaning toward her showing off her tits as she spoke. The girl kept staring at the large globes. Pam then brushed the girl's hair off her neck and rubbed her. My pussy is aching to be touched but instead I turn the vibrator off and put it aside. I grip both sides of the tub as a rub my thighs together, teasing myself in another way. This is enough to start building a tightness in my legs and abdomen. I take a deep breath and reach for the wine instead of letting myself cum. Taking another small sip, I close my eyes and picture my husband, Cooper. I think of his charcoal black hair and chocolate eyes. My eyes venture further down and imagine his. “Do you often want fucking?” “Every day”, said Mrs. Pender frankly and openly. “Did you want it the day I had you by the hay-stack?” “I just did.” Then she added that her husband knew she frigged herself, and usually said to her when she intimated that she should like him up her, “Oh! do it yourself, if your cunt’s so hot, I’m tired.”She had married a man much more than double her own age, who poked her once in three weeks; this healthy, well-fed woman of twenty-three who wanted a nightly.