"Not too bad - on my own now. Getting used to it as time passes." She responded."Would you like a drink, if it's still there, I remember there used to... be a tea-room close by." I suggested.She laughed - the same gentle, tinkly laugh I remembered - "No," she chuckled, "that's been a dry cleaners for over ten years now. The inn is still there though, and yes, they do a good afternoon tea."She was silent as we walked round the corner and down the quiet, leafy lane to the old inn. We decided that it. Before our visit to the club, indeed in all of our little dirtytalk sessions whilst making love, we'd always talked of being together, able to see how each other was enjoying themselves with someone else... in case it was too one sided... in case the other needed help... but there I was, suddenly finding myself in a private room with Luke, and whilst he was being a gentleman, making me feel like a princess, he also made me feel like a horny little slut... and soon I couldn't resist... couldn't. After a while she felt a tingle in groin and she felt wetness in pussy. She ran her hands down her body and over her pussy. She remembered that after the first time she rubbed her pussy she was wet down but not before. Also she did not remember feeling like she did now she felt the need to rub her pussy. Just as she started to rub her pussy she heard Toms truck pull into the driveway. She stopped then ran of her room to greet him. Tom came in the house and Katie ran up to him and pressed her. Of course, I’m completely hairless down there, so you really can’t call it a beaver shot any more. There’s all kinds of girls who actually deserve to get raped, when you think about it a certain way.“Of course, no girl really deserves to get raped, and I know you never would, but if we are both excited by the idea, and I want it, then it really isn’t rape, even though I will struggle and make you hold me down for a while. Since I’m such a little slut, as soon as your cock starts rubbing me.