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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Anne_Nony_Mouse...)
You get another email every month, almost like clockwork, showing your ex-girlfriend getting fucked by lots of different guys, and also women. You can’t help yourself, this does turn you on. You still love her, she is very sexy, and these are very sexy videos, better than any porn could ever hope to be.
But then, one month, it’s different. The video isn’t in a dimly lit garage or warehouse or whatever. It’s out on a street, at night. You can see Rachel walking by a lamp post and you can tell someone is recording her, presumably from across the street. They zoom in, and she is leaning against the lamp post, with a cigarette between her lips. She had quit while she was with you, you guess she’s picked the habit back up again. Shame, she had been so proud of having quit.
Anyway, soon you find something else to focus on. A guy walks up to her and they start talking. You can’t really hear what they’re saying, but from the gestures, her dress, the neighborhood, and the fact they’re walking together towards a motel room, you can figure out she is now working as a prostitute.
The scene cuts and she is in the motel room. He is pounding her. The ‘john’ you saw her talking to on the street a moment ago — you watch him fucking your ex-girlfriend, who you sold into this lifestyle.
Eventually he is done, and he leaves. Rachel gets up and you can see a trail of their combined juices running down her leg as she stretches. She then turns to the camera and talks to it.
“Ross, Master said he is gonna be sending you this video. I am working as a prostitute for him now. I love it! I get to fuck so many people, like I always wanted! I was so scared to tell you for so long, I didn’t want you to think I didn’t love you, or didn’t want you, or that you weren’t enough for me or whatever… I love you, Ross. I didn’t forget your name. I will never forget you. But I wanted this so badly. I’m sorry. Come meet me. I’m at the Bates Motel. I can’t believe any motel would call themselves that, but here it is. Haha… we used to love watching that movie. And then the next day I would be taking my shower, and you’d come into the bathroom, humming that song, and jump me in the shower, and we’d make love… I miss you. Please come fuck me… I need you… I love you…”
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