Daughters Mothers FriendsChapter 7
I woke to the familiar glare of the harsh white light, but this time none of my friends were with me. I was alone in the small room where I had talked to my mother, or one of the ones just like it. The door was locked, and there was nothing, absolutely nothing to do. So what was I to do to pass the time but beat off? I now knew that my mother had drugged us to be super horny. Young girls did not masturbate so readily or so often. But my clit was so achingly hard; I had to do something to...