Caroline's legs were still shaky as she stepped out of the Quad. The twins had been gentle in their toweling-off, but the damage was done—she could feel Jay's seed still trickling down her thighs, could taste Eric's spend at the back of her throat, could smell the collective musk of half a dozen men on her skin.

The hallway stretched before her, empty now that the bell had rung. She walked slowly, deliberately, each step sending a fresh ache through her overused body. Her pussy was raw, her asshole tender, her jaw sore. She felt used in the most complete sense of the word.