She was a slut, pure and simple. She might be great in bed. (Okay, she was great in bed.) She might be fun to talk to on a date. (Okay, she was.) She ...might be attractive and personable and articulate and amusing and...But she was a slut.So -- you think to yourself -- how important is it, really, that she's slept with all those other guys if she really does like you?I mean, you got her off, right? She wasn't faking that orgasm! I'd bet on that. I'd bet my future winning World Series share on. "They...she...is telling me that Ishould explore it...come to 'grips with it'...stop...what she calls the 'hide,deny, and repress' mentality that I learned under foster care."Sarah nodded again and gestured. "Yea, looking your place I never wouldhave guessed that you weren't 'just another guy'. Kinda' wondered aboutwhat you told me earlier..." It's, how I've learned to live..." I said."And now?" she asked. "This is an important moment in your lifeAndy...today changes things...it has to. . Lots of cock fucking my ass, cunt and mouth. From then on so many cocks were shoved into my ass, mouth and cunt I lost count of how many cocks used me or how many orgasms I had. I was fucked into me and by the morning I had cum all over my face, hair, and tits and it was dribbling out of my cunt and ass.I told them all I wanted it again as soon as possible, so they made some more calls and about an hour later more guys began arriving, stripping off and fucking my well used wet, cum-filled cunt. If our paths don’t cross again, I wish you all the best on your journey of self-discovery.” Nice Work, Carla, I thought to myself as I scuttled away. Why can you never do something as simple as getting to know someone you actually fancy? He helped you, and he actually seemed nice! I had no idea what I’d tell Suzanne if I actually found her. All I really wanted to do right now was curl up under my duvet, and rub my clit until I passed out. I don’t think I’d ever had so much arousal pent up.