I mumbled answers to themand she asked more. This seemed to go on for hours."That's a secret," I said."Tell me, dearest." That word... dearest... I fe...t flattered andintimate with her when she said it. I answered the question withouthesitation.I awoke when John came in. He was wearing his evening suit, of fineblack cashmere, and a white shirt."Honey?" I asked."I knew you wanted more sleep so I got ready. But I need you to getready now."He laid a garment bag on the chair and put down a shoebox. It was then that something unexpected happened; Chris moved on his knees and lifted his cock back towards my face. Unbelievable! Chris was getting aroused again and wanted me to help get him hard once more. I had heard about men who could do this but had dismissed it as a rumour- yet here he was!I am not an arrogant bitch or a promiscuous slut but my friends tell me I am pretty and I have never been short of male attention. I enjoyed myself at university and was popular as I was never shy. I pulled my hand back through the hole and straitened back up behind Greg. He leaned back and kissed me deeply, obviously close to coming. As I ran my tongue deeply into his mouth I felt him tense and start to shudder. He lost himself in a shaking orgasm, send several pulses of semen into our stranger's mouth. I broke our kiss."Did he swallow?" I asked with a whisper. "Every drop. God, that was one of the best orgasms I've ever had. No offense," he said, sensing I might me offended that he had. She started, “First, this is about Joan, and second, I don’t know what to do. That’s why I’m here.”“What’s wrong? You sound upset,” Alice chided.“I am. We had lunch, and I’ve fretted all afternoon. I’ll tell you right off; Joan is an abused wife. Brian is beating her up, stripping away her self-confidence, and playing mind games with her to his benefit and her demise. He hasn’t touched her physically, yet, but he may as well have. She’s become a cripple under the man. I didn’t realize she’d.