“Is it worth it?”
I didn’t answer. I was thinking of my flood of tears when I read that note from my lover, saying he left me for a younger girl. I saw the image of my empty shower, no longer sheltering the two of us as we giggled and m*********d each other under its warm waterfall. I was feeling the shock when I needed change for a twenty-dollar-bill, and I looked in his wallet and discovered the photo of the youthful brunette, her face looking hardly eighteen. Then the bitter arguments and accusations, and him and his belongings gone the next morning when I woke alone in bed.
Then the faces of my owners came into my mind, the twitching of their c***s and smoldering lust in their eyes as they shamelessly viewed my naked breasts, the sensual curve of my smooth, warm buttocks, and the fur
