There is a point where the line between pain and pleasure blur, and another orgasm would be torture. I remember begging him to stop when he applied th... vibrator to my now too sensitive clit. Spasms, struggling, screaming as I could no longer make any juice, a violent excruciating orgasm that left me sweat drenched and exhausted. Limp and totally spent, it was as this point that he chose to finally fill my cunt with his cock. Too weak to move, I helplessly felt my insides rearranged and pussy. Vicky became very nervous at this point in her dissertation and I needed to hold her hand and reassure her on several occasions that whatever she told me (Jimmy) would not be taken wrong and that Jimmy (I) would not get mad or hurt her.She continued. She told me that after that week spent on the streets she was a little strung out and wanted a fix so Jimmy offered to turn her on if she sucked him off. She had agreed and Jimmy brought her to his home (where we now were) and she sucked him to. I lift her breasts out of it, and, ending the kiss, I bend my head, and close my lips around a hard red nipple. She gasps. I suck on the hard nugget of her nipple and gently nibble on it with my teeth. I feel her hands reach around and grab my ass and she pulls me more tightly against her. I reach behind her and unhook the bra, letting it fall away so her breasts are naked. I cup them in my hands and push them together so I can suck both nipples. She throws her head back in pleasure. I release. She senses how tired he is from working and traveling, and knows she must make her move soon. She excuses herself to the bathroom. Hidden under the sink is a pink and black overnight bag not packed with the essentials, no.. packed with naughty outfits, toys and everything she'll need for a night of hot, steamy sex.She slips into something more comfortable, a cheeky little Ann Summers number. Low cut, black, lace and satin.. the smallest and sexiest French knickers as well. Those stockings and.