I am a slut
As I got off the subway, I walked down the street and found the address much faster than I would have liked. 6:20. I had ten minutes. I walked around the block, despite the January cold. I was nervous, I couldn’t deny that. What he told me, my wrists and ankles would be tied and I would be blindfolded. I would be naked except for garter belt, stockings, and heels. The guys would come in, there would be fifteen to twenty altogether, and they’d all fuck me and come on me and in me. I wouldn’t see...