I felt joy, happiness, good; real good that these filthy perverse men wanted to make me climax so much. And all the filthy talking. They all told me h...w they could not wait to fuck me, to have me wrap my mouth around their cocks, nasty stuff like that. Some guys talked about how big their dicks where, others started to eat. At he last table I had a climax but nothing at all like the ones earlier. As I walked away I realized just how sore I was. My holes were not sore. My clit was. I was way to. Something smelled awesome and my stomach was informing me that it was empty. Standing at the door I watched as Nick set a plate down on the table. There was food in the center and two place settings. I felt very shy, not sure how to act or feel. I had held him at a distance for so long. His gentle concern was breaking down all the barriers I have had in place for so long. ‘Feeling better?’ Nick saw me in the doorway and came over, guiding me by the elbow to a seat. He held the chair for me. He didn’t know if he was going to be able to last. Slowly, he began to move in and out of her, gentle thrusts at first. He didn’t want to cum too fast, and he also didn’t want to hurt her. But he wanted more of her, he wanted to please her. Oksana wrapped her legs around Leon, and gently pulled him closer, as if urging him on. Leon began to pick up his pace a little, moving his hips faster, kissing her lips, her neck, a hand on her tit. Leon could feel Oksana begin to tighten as her own orgasm. Hey, like I said, he scared me. And I don't mean the kind of scared like I get under the flipping ass of a Great Dane, or a snow leopard. I wouldn't mind dying in the grip of an oversexed orang-utan... but getting hit by a garbage truck would be preferable to having Harold strangle me. Anyway, I told him I was joking about the divorce and made him describe the hot scoop he was going to give the media. After he told me the lightweight, whining scam he was going to lay on them, I relaxed. He.