I pulled it back in and began drying off, just in time to hear the dryer roar again. I hesitated once I'd patted everything but my feet dry. I needed ...to step out, but Sharon hadn't vacated the bathroom. Furthermore, she couldn't hear me unless I shouted. I wasn't sure I wanted to do that, so I wrapped the towel around my waist and pushed the curtain aside.Sharon waved to me in the mirror as I stepped out, but didn't stop teasing her hair with the comb and waving the blow dryer past it. She was. . and we fucked again.We laid side by side for about 20 minutes, discussing our new 'business' arrangement.“I want you to know I would have sex with you for nothing. You don't have to pay me; but I guess I would now be considered a whore, anyway.”“Just think of yourself as horny, not a whore. Besides, I'll be paying you for the work you do; not the sex.I may require you to pull the bedspread back before we fuck.You may have to wash the sheets.I'm sure the shower will need to be rinsed down once. The thought made me start to rise and I gripped my boy harder. He thumped into me quickly making squishy sounds below and then grunted as he spurted his goodness deeply into me. My second load in one day. How good am I? I could feel some leaking out and trickling over my arse hole as he slowed, dragging out the last sensation from his fuck. He lay heavy on me catching his breath. My cunt was still twitching from the stimulation and my mind was full of images and filthy feelings. I. I bent forward, aimed, swished the first branch a couple of times and then I struck with a force that even surprised myself. This cut would have been very painful even without the thorns. It hit perfectly across my naked globes and in the mirror I could see a bright red welt forming, with several droplets of blood appearing. Some wounds were bigger than the others and some blood trickled down my buttocks and thighs. But the most extreme sensation was a few seconds after the stroke. Suddenly it.