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... and dressed, but my mind was still stuck in the whirlpool of what had happened.
I remembered my touches, how I kissed Robert hysterically, how I stripped off my clothes before him, and even that kiss I planted on Carlos’s cheek. And the worst... my pleas to Robert last night to have sex, and the pain that is still throbbing madly in my pussy.
I said to myself in bewilderment as I examined my pale face in the mirror: "Is this how women become whores? Was what hit me a plague or a ...
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