“Are you okay, miss?” genuine concern crossed his face. “Your friend, he has, erm, left. Don’t worry, he paid for the meal, left you money for...a cab and a generous tip too, for the staff.” He winked then and Ellen felt her lip tremble and tears prick her eyes. “Hey, hey, miss, it’s okay,” the young man came into the bathroom and pulled her into his arms, “Shh shh, it’s okay, he’s gone.” She allowed him to hold her for a moment and she rested her head against his chest, inhaling his manly scent. She arched her back and a guttural moan escaped her as she came again, the vigorous thrusting into her still sensitive body driving her over the edge a second time. Maybe he knew a hard pounding would have that effect right after she had had an orgasm, maybe just wanted to blow his load as quickly as possible. She wasn’t in any position to complain as his continued efforts kept her body tingling with pleasure. Sam seemed to be straining somewhat, red-faced and out of breath as he pounded her. He reached up and gripped my arse cheeks in each hand and held me there as I came. He was gagging and coughing as I pumped myself dry right onto the back of his throat, there were tears in his eyes and snot blowing out his nose and saliva dripping off his chin and he was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. He pulled up and gasped as I collapsed back onto the bed. He stood, barely and lay down on top of me, weting my panties with the cum on his. I kissed him. I couldn't help it. Just a peck on the. He had grown very jealous of Samantha and any other man getting to enjoy her sexy body. He'd started to feel somewhat possessive of her even though they weren't married and didn't say things like "I love you" or "I'll spend the rest of my life with you" but Tom knew that Samantha was a very very special woman, and he never intended to let her go. She was his SEXetary, yes, but she was far more than that to him. She was his erotic soul, his inner motivation, and she was also the mother of his.