I couldn't believe when he left me alone in the room last night. He walked out and locked the door before I knew what was happening. My p***y throbbed for relief and I couldn't help giving it some. I finger-f****d my p***y while thinking about Dagger doing the dirty. And I mean very dirty. My imagination is always better than actual s*x. And f**k, I had two orgasms and was still unsatisfied when I finally passed out.
When Dagger entered the hot, airless room this morning, I was dead to the world. It was too sweltering in the room to care that I was naked. Not that Dagger hasn't seen the goods. I'm not exactly modest at the best of times. If Dagger thinks he can humiliate me by keeping me naked, he has the wrong woman. I can handle whatever he throws my way.
Today is hotter than yesterday
