Fired from my job, I'm left with nothing but my phone and the steamy messages from my former boss. I start recording our sexting conversation, my voice laced with frustration and lust. 'Let's text,' he'd suggested, and now I'm playing it back, my pussy throbbing as I relive each dirty command, each erotic suggestion. My fingers trace my slit, mimicking the motions he'd described, as I whisper his name into the microphone.