The making of a whore

The weekend had gone well. Hubby caught the early flight out on Friday and Sharon had the day to herself to prepare for a weekend of fun. Her guests started arriving early that evening. Some brought a little extra kick for added fun. Pretty soon the party was in full swing and everyone was getting pretty loose. Sharon was snuggling into her some time lover and was so taken with the freedom of the weekend it wasn't too long before she almanbahis şikayet wound up in bed with him and his friend. By the time hubby returned on the Sunday evening Sharon had converted the house back to its white picket fence of middle suburbia domesticity. Then*eight days later it arrived. A large white envelope with her name on it. No return address. The envelope that signalled the beginning of the change to her life. Opening almanbahis canlı casino it Sharon couldn't wait to see what it contained. She wasn't expecting anything, least of all the glossy photos and accompanying note that was contained within. Photos of her at the party. Bent over a table doing a line. Kissing, rather passionately, her lover and several other guests both male and female! Shots through the bedroom window almanbahis casino of her engaged in the act... Sharon froze and stumbled to a chair. Collapsing in it, her trembling hands opened the note. "Someone's been playing when they shouldn't have. I will be in touch." Sharon felt her life swarming around her head. Who was this? What did they want? How did they get the pictures? Who have they told? Her husband was a senior partner in a prestigious law firm. If it got out that his wife was a drug snorting slut it would ruin his reputation. He has political aspirations! Sharon reached for the liquor cupboard. She poured herself a stiff whiskey and drank it; wiping her lips after.