She’d done something that she couldn’t remember doing since she was a teenager - she’d followed a whim. She hadn’t thought about the fact that... she had work in the morning, she hadn’t thought about the consequences of going out drinking, and she certainly hadn’t been thinking about work when she’d picked up a stranger and brought him back to her place.Weirdest of all, she didn’t regret it. In fact, as she slipped out of bed and got dressed (no time for a shower) she peeked over at the man laying. He’s clever and avoids any unnecessary risks. So he probably has purchased her from someone else.“I’d like her to accompany me tomorrow when I visit the mining site. Would that be acceptable for you?”“Certainly, my friend. Certainly.” Yeah, sure, his friend. He’d sell or kill me in the blink of an eye if it would be an advantage for him. But still, he’s right. Somehow, we’re friends. Friendship, business and death are completely separated here.I spend an uneasy night, mostly thinking about her.. At first it was just difficult to wake up in the mornings. I would feel bleary, tired and used up, like I'd been out partying all night. The feeling of fatigue became more pronounced as the days progressed until I began sleeping in later and later. I was getting in trouble at work for being late. I felt like I was out of control and the feeling of helplessness was overpowering. The dream became more and more vivid until I began to think about it in terms that brought it to life just like. I can't explain it well enough to convey the taste. I hope you'll take yourself a sample while you're here. *giggles* As much as I do love the taste of my own cunt, it will pale in comparison to your hot spunk. Oh, I'll get a taste of you one way or the other. No matter where you decide to reward my body with your cum (mouth, please!), I will still get a taste of it by using my fingers as my spoon or scoop up a sample. Hopefully, you'll stick around long enough for me to get seconds.Ahh! I hear.