He laid on his back, his heart pounding and sweat glistened on his forehead. Sharon looked down on him, an impish smile on her face, “Is my love sta...ved Kenyon sated now?” she whispered.He looked up and weakly nodded as she walked towards the bathroom. When he regained his breath, he followed.He watched her as they dressed. “You don’t wear a bra,” he murmured.She shook her head. “I don’t need to. But one day someone will invent a bra that a woman can wear comfortably,” she chuckled.“Shaun, I. (know that I am navel fetish). She started moaning like a child. I played there for a while and started kissing her neck.She kept her hair free and it was all over my face. I moved my hand towards her shoulder to remove her top from sides. I licked her shoulders and played with her bra straps. She wore a shining black bra. I unbuttoned her top and slid her up. She was looking ravishing; half naked. I licked her shaved armpits.It tasted good enough. She removed my t-shirt and started kissing my. As you may recall, Hannah masturbates to her gangbang and gang-rape fantasies. I made her gangbang fantasy come true and fucked her. I just have to fuck her again. So this time, I am planning to make her gang-rape fantasy come true. I’ve been planning it for over a month. I found four very good looking high school juniors and seniors in the town 30 miles away. In addition to being good looking, the guys are basically very nice. They will not harm Hannah. They only want to fuck her. I showed. It's just that thestuff I was selling was garbage and I knew it. I could talk executivesinto buying the crap though and the salary was really good - but itjust never felt right to me, and the pressure had started to take itstoll. I was pretty sure I was developing an ulcer, and I was onlythirty five. And there was no connection with the clients, it was makethe pitch, get the sale and then off to the next one. I longed to finda job where I could sell a product that I was proud of, to work for.