There was no end to her depravity, no end to the perversions she put us through. I remember spending a whole week as a two-girl coffee table; silent, still, just existing. Orgies swirled around us, women loving women, wild and unashamed... and the pair of us, the coffee table, girl furniture... a talking point or a place to stand a drink while an actual girl went down on you. I never even knew the other girl's name...
