The dildo was in the bag 3
When she finally emerged from the bedroom, clad in a long robe, her hair was still wet from her second shower.She had resisted the urge to fuck herself again, by force of will alone. She'd picked up the dildo, which had lint adhering to it from the carpet, announcing it was past time for her to vacuum the floors. She washed it off in the sink and put it back in the drawer. She didn't cover it up this time.She felt tired. John was still in the chair, but the dishes he'd eaten out of were now on...