"Some people would say I'm going to hell because I'm screwing a married guy, so I can't make it worse by posing for him and sending the photos to NN," said Brooke. "We met in the food court at the mall where I work and it was, like, three weeks of lunches together before we first had sex in my apartment. It was the best sex I'd ever had, and I wanted as much of it as I could get. So I became his mistress. I like that word, it suits me."
"We don't really go out on dates," said Brooke. "We order in and stay at my place and fuck. Of course, I don't get to see him half as often as I'd like to, but that's just from the point of wanting more sex with him. I mean, I think he'd get on my nerves if we spent too much time together, and he doesn't even like the type of music I listen to or the TV shows that I watch. And he hates going to the movies! Can you believe that? But he's got a big, fat cock and he knows things to do to me that make me have orgasms that leave me totally exhausted. So I'm a happy girl!".