" "What's it called?" "Lust Vodka," she said blushing. "Sounds kind of risqué." "It's just for the fun of it. It's supposed to get women horny, but n...o one believes it." "So I'm to be a bartender serving drinks to a bunch of horny women. Is that the plan?" "Not really. Just serve us drinks and refill our glasses." The evening began as always. Tammy was late and Kimberly was early. Stephanie was punctual. The card game didn't begin until eight thirty after the four girls had a drink in hand, and. I'm afraid Stuart is not able to find a job and the bills keep piling up. If we miss another rent payment, we'll be thrown out onto the streets."She broke down and cried now. I held her while she tried to put herself together. I felt her bones point through her back. She had not been eating as well. Quietly I cursed my son. Such a pig-headed stubborn fool; just like his mother. Poor Donna had chosen wrong and now was living to regret her decision.I liked Donna. She was always kind to me, and. My god. I love it. I physically need it. I live for it. I feel like I'm becoming the epitome of a slut. I need sex to make mefeel whole. I love the ritual of getting ready to get fucked. Thedressing and primping of preparing my face, my body, even my clothes.Knowing that by wearing thigh highs I can simply hike up my skirt, lowermy panties and offer my waiting bottom to a man sends electricity throughme. As long as a man has decent hygiene and seems a decent human beinghe can have me. . One guy she said was black and she was sore but she got him off and got a tip because she was so good. I went to touch her leg, but she would just smile, take my hand away and ask me to drive her home because she needed a shower. She smelt of sex and after she got out of my car, there was a big wet spot on the seatAnyway, years went by and she eventually divorced the idiot. I kept taking pics of her in more and more seductive poses, but never anything more. Then she found another guy and.