She padded over to him and watched him struggle upright. ‘Chloe!’ He croaked, his eye swiveling over her body. ‘Edward, what happened to you?’...She asked gently. He sat back on the mattress trying to maintain his balance, he lifted a hand to his bloodied face and tried to wipe the crusted blood away from his swollen eye. Chloe stepped forward and gently moved his hand away, shaking her head. ‘I think you should leave the eye alone, it’s pretty swollen and bruised. Maybe later if they give us. Wow. My mind started to race. This woman had a definite wild side. 'A lady in the streets and a freak between the sheets' is the phrase that came to my mind. My mind was racing. After a short while it was clear by her body language that Terry was into me. I excused myself and went to the bathroom. In the bathroom I checked myself in the mirror. It was hot in the club so I ran cold water on my hands and slicked back my hair. I had an idea I had read about some time ago but never really tried. It. She had seriously considered his question but had genuinely felt that he already satisfied her generously each time. ‘Perhaps it was him, who was bored or unsatisfied with their lovemaking?’ she mused, and that thought, niggling away at her, had become the reason she disliked the questions that now always seemed to follow their sessions. The moment had arrived. She couldn’t bear it any more. “Are you satisfied?” she asked hoping that the one simple question would be enough to alleviate her. His hand went to her head and began to stroke the back of it. With her hand, Ali rubbed his hard cock through his boxers. She stopped long enough to release it from its hindrance. It popped straight up and Ali automatically surrounded it with her mouth. His hand gripped tighter on her hair. Her head bobbed up and down. Her hand covering the bottom half of the thick eight inch cock. When her head moved up, her hand went down. The sensations were more than Wyatt could take. He took a deep breathe.