She drove home, the plug a heavy, full feeling inside her. Every bump in the road made it shift, a dirty reminder of what he had done to her. Her body was sore, her ass ached, and her pussy was still wet. She knew she should feel bad, or scared. But as she pulled into her parking spot, she only felt one thing.

She could not wait for next Tuesday.

She walked up the stairs to her apartment, her legs still a little weak. She unlocked her door and went inside, locking it behind ...