CHAPTER TWO
After Char had left, Roz went a bit wearily in to take a shower, so she wouldn't have to in the morning. Darn she thought, scrubbing her p***y's strident bulge with care, I wish I hadn't poked my finger in her ass that way, even if it was just the very tip-end! I don't think I'd mind.
Sure, brat, she told herself, but you weren't r***d when you were a little girl, like Char was! Poor thing-and all I want to do is make it up to her, make her happy the way she does me. It's so nice to be loved, to be wanted and needed and to do for somebody, to make somebody else feel happy and wanted and needed.
Once she'd showered and dried and dusted powder over herself, she went again to check the door and its locks. Then, naked, she padded into her bedroom. The bed was a wreck. With a sig
