Bab 827: Broken Spirits and Water Filters

After we established the parameters of our wager, Quinn wasted no time bringing up all of her moves and using them on me—without going to "that" place, of course—but let's just say that when morning came, she never looked so lifeless and out of it when I discovered her sulking in a corner.

It looked like she didn't have a wink of sleep because the emotional damage she took was just too much, and for some reason, Kaley and Tatiana were wary of experiencing the same fate.

But on the other hand, I never felt so safe while in the presence of these women who were pressuring me to give up my chastity, and even if I didn't receive my morning "present" from Kaley, it was all fucking worth it.

With that said, I just took a shower on my own, rubbed one out myself, put on a fresh set of clothes, and went down from Quinn's garage victorious.