He cupped and lifted them as he smiled down at her."I want you to suck his cock, Ellen," I whispered in her ear. "Sit down here on the coffee table an... suck his cock for us."She trembled as she sat on the edge of the table and looked over at Brian. He took off his jacket and tie, undid his belt and pants, and took a seat in the recliner. He sat back and looked at Ellen with a leering smile. "Yeah, Ellen. Suck his cock for us."Gary moved in front of her and stood with his bulge inches from her. She began to suck on the end of his dick, her hand squeezing the shaft, milking every last drop out of him. He was sighing with pleasure, his hands now just playing with her tits as his energy went into releasing his load. When she was sure he had finished, she cleaned his cock one last time with her tongue, then released it. Anne jumped down from the cab, and the truck moved off. Kate was sitting on the grassy verge, looking up at her, quizzically. ‘Did you just do what I think you did?’ she. I'm yours but I am also here to help you. I want you to know that you're not a slut. Well, you're my slut,' he smiled and carried on. 'But never think that it's okay for anyone else to treat you like that.' She was panting. She nodded slowly and leant forward to gently kiss his lips, almost in a thank you. They started again, a blank slate, but taking things slowly. She wanted him to touch every muscle of her body, almost as if counting them. His hands trailed up her arm, grazed her breasts. I’m so sorry please forgive me?” I couldn’t speak, I was overwhelmed by the strength of my own feelings. My only response was to take his hand in mine as I led him into my home. Neither of us spoke a word as we climbed the stairs to my bedroom, both appreciating the magnitude of what we were admitting. When we reached the bedroom we stood at the edge of my bed our hands still clasped, and I knew. I reached out to him tracing my fingers down his cheek and across his lips, I could feel my heart.