The Man We Met At The Bar
It wasn't the first time I had gone home with a stranger."CASSIE! Dear God. You are taking for-fucking-ever! Hurry your ass up!" "Get off your high horse, Maggie. I'm working on it." I gave my self a once over in the bathroom mirror. My red hair was perfectly curled down my back and my silver strapless clung to my curves tightly. The dressaccentuated my rather curvy ass, and my natural 34C breasts. "Sexy." I whispered to myself, and strutted out of the room. Maggie was sitting...