Chapter Sixty-Eight

Morning came way too early for Valerie. Her pussy still throbbed from the many cocks that shoved their way into her last night, as did her ass. Hell, if she were honest with herself, she’d admit that her mouth still felt sore and stretched from the many blow jobs she gave. Yet, as much as she felt the aftermath of being the prize for the poker players last night, she wouldn’t have changed a thing, and that admission shamed her more than she wanted to admit as well. Of course, there was no denying the tremor of excitement that rippled through her, either.

She stretched, covering a yawn with the back of her hand. She didn’t want to get up. It was Friday, and she didn’t feel like facing a classroom of college kids that didn’t even want to be there. They were already working on their plans for the weekend, an itch in their pants to get there. She had an itch in her pants as well. She wanted to know what Damien’s next plans were for her, eager to be used again in so many ways.

And then her