She knew she couldn't keep fucking Sam. She also knew that she couldn't stop!Her clit was always incredibly sensitive after sex. She balanced herself ...against the wall of shower with one hand as she thoroughly washed her pussy.Each time the sponge moved over her swollen clit, a thrill ran through her body. That was unusual. Normally she was sated after her weekly romp with John. But in the month since they returned from the funeral, she was insatiable. She laughed to herself. Poor, baby, he is. But when I'm dressed as Stephanie,I almost crave it." Have you ever, given one?" she asked. "And I want the truth." Yes," I said as I put my head down."Holy shit," she said shaking her head and looking up at the ceiling."You gave a guy a blow job, I can't believe this." She was beginning toscare me. "When did you do this, while you were still living under myroof?" It was several months ago," I said."So you were living under my roof?" I guess so, yea." Did you do it IN MY HOUSE?" she asked."NO,. I accelerated with everything I had, my eyes locked on the tumbling sphere. I knew I might get close, but I was going to have to lay out. With one final push, I dove straight out, my arms extended fully, my eyes still locked on the ball. My hands arrived a split second before the ball, one palm under the point, the other on the side. My body then slid across the turf, rolling to my right, still clutching the ball between my hands. I was lying flat on my back, I had the ball extended straight up. He was sitting in an easy chair, the only one in front of her stage where she was holding a shiny steel pole with one outstretched hand. She snorted a laugh and let go, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at him.“Seriously? This is how you see me? You think I'm a stripper? This I what you want from me?” She was offended to her very core. Somehow, just the very fact of him seeing her in such light made her worth less to herself, and she felt a little panging burn of shame deep in her.