As you kiss, you feel their naked body embrace you, skin against skin. Tongues explore darting in and out. You feel the heat emanating from your partn...er, combining with your own body heat. A gentle breeze caresses exposed flesh. Your partner gently guides you to lay down and begins to caress and touch your body. A soft touch, then the glide of a fingernail traces along your skin. Your lover knows where you want to be touched. They are guided your movements and their passion for you. As you feel. "How many did you send this too? Or did you post it for all to see?"She tried to answer, but her voice could barely function at first. “No!” she insisted, “Not all.” She trembled. “Just…some”."Show me." he quietly commanded, as he moved away and gestured for her to open a file, that she knew she could not lie about. He would find it anyway, if he hadn’t already. ‘Besides’, she began a thought…. and her clit wriggled and rose to waken as the the thought vanished into a dirty dark. He doesn’t do much around the house, but he does make all the money. He doesn’t want mom to work, so she is a stay at home mom. Of course, she gets out every chance she gets. She goes to her friends and shopping. They seem to be happy that way.We ate breakfast and I cleaned up the kitchen. Mandy stayed with me to make it look like she was helping, but she just sat and watched me work. She stayed on her phone, texting. I figured she was making sure her friends would show up to use me at the park. We left the bar and over the next 3 hours, they drove to four different locations and sold me to 6 different men. All of them fucked me and came in my cunt and after each session, I would clean up and smoke either a joint or do some other type of d**g that Fletch produced from his leather pouch. My mind was numb as my new pimps watched each of their paying recruits stuff me with their penises and pump me full of jizz. I was once again living the life of a crack whore, my mental awareness too.