I was out of breath, and he had regained his fat erection, he reached down below my balls and with a cum wet finger, he penetrated my ass with a hard ...tab.I gasped and retreated from his intrusion, pulling off of his finger, exclaiming,“What are you doing? That hurt!”He replied,“OK, I try slower”He took more of his cum from my body circling my ass bud, pressing his sperm in to lubricate his penetration. I held my knees to my chest as he eased his forefinger up my ass, my cock grew stiffer than. Sleep came quickly to me. ** I woke up a few minutes past noon the next day. I felt fine, like my normal self again. I took a shower, put on a pair of jeans and headed to my kitchen to make coffee. I checked my cell phone; there were three texts from Cassandra that I had missed while I slept. The first was to let me know that she was relieved that I made it home. The second text was sent early that morning, asking if I was at the exhibit. The third was sent while I was in the shower, asking. "I though we could talk." OK," he said a bit warily."Jared, I'm done. I don't know if you are, but I am." Done with what?" he asked even more warily."Done with what happened last night. I told you I had discovered a wanton harlot living within me, right? Well, I let her come out last night. I let her take over. And she got what she wanted. And then she left, for good." I took a breath. "I don't regret it. I'm glad I did it, once in my life. I don't ever want to do it again." I smiled at him. "I. I thought. I slid two fingers in and out of my pussy. I pumped hard, slamming my hand up against my cunt with each stroke. I pounded up to the point of orgasm but stopped just short of it and removed my fingers. I sucked my cunt juices off each finger. I grabbed the soap and washed up. I had to get out of this tub. I had to finish the job I had started with my fingers. Taking my time, I stepped out of the tub and dried and walked back into my bedroom with Pep. I laid my towel down on the bed.