3….2….1……………….”and she let go. She ripped her hand out of my ass and left the room. I layed there, exhausted, aching for a rele...se. She poked her head in, “Don’t you dare finish yourself off. You cum when I say you can you slut. You should be happy I did all that to you.” She walked close. “You are a weak little man. You just sucked a guy after he fucked your ass. I fit my hand inside you, you have a loose faggot asshole and enjoy watching your wife get fucked by a superior black man. Why. And I wasn’t about to give anything away.My spot was on the bed with my pillows propped against the headboard. Mark sat in the big red chair, Jem dragged a bean bag from his room and anyone else who turned up took a spot on the floor. Imogen quite often sat on my bed, further down and crossways from me, leaning up against the wall under the window. Vanessa, when she came, typically sat on the floor with her back against the bed, her head by her friend’s feet. But this time she sat on the bed,. Sensing the tension leaving your body I straighten, lifting my mouth from your pussy. You shake your head from side to side, eyes closed, as if unwilling to come down from your peak of ecstasy. Sliding my hand from your arse to your buttocks I support you as I take my other arm from behind your knees, reaching to grasp the globes of your butt in both hands, pulling you towards me so that you slide on the towel down the car bonnet. My cock is inflamed, engorged, seeming to glow from a fire. But I couldn’t. I was too scared that he wouldn’t be what I wanted him to be.It wasn’t that I wanted another version of Scott. No. But I didn’t want vanilla sex. I didn’t want Robbie to be patient and gentle and sweet. But then, I kind of did. I wanted more than Scott had given me. I wanted him to love me, hard and soft, nasty and nice. And to do it when I wanted it, for us to be that crazily attuned. How self-centred could I be?I was going to lose him. I knew he was going to get tired of.