Chapter Forty-Eight

Valerie Tanner stepped into the shower, the hot spray beating down on her sore flesh. It had been one hell of a month, but one she would not change. Once she accepted her role in Damien Pressman’s life, he and his girlfriend, Holly Caraway, had made full use of her as their sex toy.

Dipping her head under the stream of water, Valerie allowed it to beat down on her head, cascading down her short, dark hair as she braced herself on the tile wall with her palms, her eyes closed. Her pussy throbbed from where Damien had taken her with the largest dildo she ever saw, splitting her open before him as he pounded into her on the rooftop of their apartment building. She had been down on her knees, eating Holly’s pussy, the woman gripping her head and grinding her slick slit against Valerie’s face. That had been a recurring event over the past month, them taking her and using her on the roof, so the neighbors could hear her cries of pleasure. Or, sometimes, her torment. Of course, the