‘So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?’ Cassandra stood up and drained the rest of her drink in one swoop. She looked at me, her eyes... burning with something that I could only describe as barely concealed lust. ‘You’re taking me to bed first,’ Her matter-of-fact tone left me in no doubt that the topic was not up for debate. ‘Then we’ll talk.’ I held her in my arms – both of our bodies burning with the heat of the moment. She pushed the dark hair away from her face. The moonlight. The prospect of my day had already created an itch in my groin. I had thought of resisting the urge to masturbate in my morning shower. I wanted the yearning for release to build to such a pitch that my body would be screaming for satisfaction. But I knew from experience that a morning climax would only leave me even hornier.My shower was a source of another fetish. The glorious feeling of my cunt being filled with water. I have orgasmed from a vaginal enema many times. The showerhead I use was. Here me o winged lord, o great trickster, and listen for I humble myself before you. Take what I offer, and give in return what you see fit.'The wind grew stronger. The professor gave his friends a meaningful look.'Come off it,' the doctor said.The professor looked down, and the others followed his gaze and gasped.'W-what in the world?' the lawyer's voice trembled.'No way,' said the doctor.The water around the banknotes was bubbling as though it had started to boil. Clouds, which moments ago. “And now Professor Lilith, you’re going to be a big star in your very first flick. Frat Boys Do Ass.”“That’s a stupid title,” someone objected.While Robbie squeezed and twisted my nipples and tits, he argued with two other men about appropriate titles for the film of my ass rape they were about to make.I closed my eyes and told myself that this wasn’t really happened. I was home in my warm bed sleeping beside my husband. But the cold, the growing pain in my tits, and Robbie’s erection pressed.