CHAPTER FOUR
Several days had passed since Sandy's first obscene adventure. Her anxiety torn mind still turned frequently to Victor and the memory of their lewd afternoon together. She went about her daily routines, still hoping as each day passed that she might be able to return her life to its normal course. But she was alarmed to find that she seemed to be thinking wicked thoughts almost all the time. Lascivious images would appear to her mind and no matter how she tried to erase them, they would stay or become even more perverse. Her body tormented her, giving her no rest from its urgent requests for relief . . . requests for the feel of Victor's monstrous prick in her now constantly hungry v****a.
When Victor's call came one morning toward the end of the week, she listened to the so
