To home again... almost

Laura woke up really rested for the first time. The bed still smelled of Richard. Paradoxically, she slept with him despite the fact that he exorcised the spirit of the succubus that Camilla hooked her with. It happened very naturally, and she was still not sure what Richard himself was guided by: either he really liked her, or he thought that abrupt withdrawal of sex would be dangerous for her body ...

The sex was... Gentle. The way she used to experience, probably only with her husband. The way Laura, whom Camilla created, has never experienced.

For some reason, thoughts about her husband were distant, as if from another galaxy. It would seem that her real consciousness existed for a few tens of minutes, maybe hours - from the moment she became THAT Laura. She awakened from oblivion only for seconds, after each orgasm of another self.

However, it seems that after her return and the memory fusion, the sense of time was somehow restored. Reclaiming the lost past of the last year. In addition, she still did not give herself a conscious report of this, but a subconscious resentment against her husband was ripening in her soul. He couldn't protect her. He couldn't resist. After all, it was his ex who did this to her.

In fact, the only thing that bothered Laura was her **** and her children.

Plus, perhaps under the influence of the scraps of memory of Laura the prostitute, her sense of shame, her inhibitions - shifted.

Well, and most importantly - perhaps, only perhaps, and Laura simply refused to seriously consider it - she simply fell in love with the inquisitor, who became her hero and her savior.

Be that as it may, she spent the night with him. In all senses. And for the first time - she slept like a baby, until she got enough sleep...

...Richard was not around and this immediately caused her a fit of severe panic. Yes, her body was hers again, but it was the body of an older whore. No, well, by the prayers of Richard (literally) young. But still a whore. She had no idea how and what to do next without him.

She jumped up and rushed to the door of the room to find him, it didn't even occur to her to get dressed. Most likely - she would have rushed about naked in the parking lot, trying to understand which car belongs to the inquisitor, but then he himself appeared on the threshold.

Wet after jogging, in an expensive tracksuit, with drops of sweat running down his forehead - he suddenly seemed so dear and important to the girl that she threw herself on his neck without thinking for a second.

Probably for the first time since they met, Richard was surprised. He caught Laura and instinctively pulled her to him so that she would not fall and hurt herself. However, this had an effect on Laura herself, comparable to a bomb that exploded in her head....

The warmth of his body, the smell of his sweat...

They were able to leave only after another two hours ....