Anjali woke up on Friday morning with the lingering heaviness of the overnight still present in her body. The full night with Mr. Agarwal had left a deeper ache than the usual daytime sessions — a continuous, low throb in both holes that reminded her with every movement that she had been kept and used for hours instead of minutes. She lay still for a long time before finally getting up.

In the bathroom mirror the evidence was quiet but clear. Faint marks remained on her heavy breasts. Her nipples looked slightly darker. When she examined herself lower, both her pussy and asshole still felt tender and used. She touched them lightly and felt the familiar heat answer her.