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"The Old Acquaintance"

The next few days blurred into a haze of raw, constant fucking.

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 fuck me quickly against the wall. My pussy was almost always sore now, constantly leaking his cum, but I was addicted to the feeling.

On the afternoon of the seventh day, Louis told me we were meeting an old friend...