He had planned to reward himself with a cappuccino, and timed it well to being near peter out of energy, before reaching his favorite outdoor café. H... dropped into an empty seat and quickly ordered his coffee and a long, tall water. He drained the water glass in one series of gulps that slaked his thirst. He inhaled the aroma of the cappuccino and then took a tentative sip, closing his eyes to savor the taste."Would the lady like something to drink," the waiter asked next to Nick's ear.He. " Before I could move I had a black guy kneeling between my legs with his cock in hand ready to put it in. I knew I was going to get another marathon fuck session. I just lay there hoping that they did not make me so sore that I would be hurting again like I did yesterday. I don't know how many men came in and out of that lounge I have no idea how many men I sucked off. It got to the point that I actually did not have any feeling what so ever between my legs. My asshole hurt, my jaw was in pain. Let’s talk about how you feel about my mangled-up kidney killing Paul, shall we?’ Yep, that’s a fantastic idea. Pass me the phone, I’ll do it now.’ ‘Sam!’ I bit my trembling lower lip, determined not to lose my slim grip on self control. But try as I might, I couldn’t stop the tremulous sob rising through my body and Drew’s murmur of dismay finally pushed me over the edge. He held me while I wept, allowing me to cry the tears I’d tried so hard not to shed, all the while breathing soothing words. 'Wake up girl', he was shaking me out of my drunken stupor, as I lay crumpled against the wall, my knickers lying beside me, and my bare ass on the concrete flooring.Having achieved his aim he slipped from me and left me, sliding down the wall into the heap of semi-nude flesh, exposed and cummed-on.I can remember being pulled and cajoled into a warm and inviting bed, feeling him on top of me, and passing in and out of sessions of intercourse.For a man in his sixties, he certainly knew how to.