Gina said afterwards that he was a “cutie” but maybe too aware of how good-looking he was. They talked together for quite a while and both were ob...iously very interested in each other. Aftewards, they ended up going to her place, but other than some drinks and dance, they just “made out” according to Gina. She and I had some very honest conversations together, especially about sex. I told her how good Jean still looked and then sent her a nude picture to prove it. She was very impressed and so. The office was beautiful. Abeer took me to the room. He offered me tea but I wanted him. I suggested that we listen to some music. He smiled, “Only if you dance with me.”I laughed, “But I am pretty bad at it."“It doesn’t matter till the time I feel you next to me,” he smiled back.We started swaying to the reggae number. What started as a soft and gentle sway soon moved to something more urgent. Abeer pulled me close and I leaned. His hands moved to my lower back and he squeezed my buttocks. Hisfirst shot splashed across her cheek and he stroked furiously while he aimed further down toward hertits. Rope after rope fell across them, cum ran down and pooled in between them.She reached over and wrapped her arm around my leg.“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum.” She was frantic, pumping furiously with the dildo. She squirmed up the bedcloser to me, panting, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” Her stomach tightened as she came. I could feel thelittle spasms wracking her hips as she arched her back up. Her. I never felt any less like a fool or sissy dressed in those ways. The toys never stopped aching. The periods, be they hours or days or weeks, when I was not allowed to cum never got any less frustrating or painful. The only thing that happened, I suppose, is that I knew they were worth it.The gift of her gaze never stopped being an incredible rush. I came to think of her smiles as her expression of care for me, even perhaps a kind of love. I felt what I came to think of as love for her too..