"The Old Acquaintance"
The next few days blurred into a haze of raw, constant f*****g.
Louis kept his word about the no-panties rule. Every time we left the house even for something as simple as grocery shopping I wore short skirts or dresses with nothing underneath. He would finger me in the car, make me sit on his lap in quiet corners, or pull me into alleyways to f**k me quickly against the wall. My p***y was almost always sore now, constantly leaking his c*m, but I was addicted to the feeling.
On the afternoon of the seventh day, Louis told me we were meeting an old friend for a “casual drink” at a private members’ club in central London.
I dressed as instructed: a short black pleated skirt and a tight white blouse with no bra. My n*****s were clearly visible through the thin fabri
