(Anthony) Okay, I should be back by then.(RLoner) So, Anne-Mal, unfortunately the instructions scrolled right off the edge of my screen. How are these...things moderated?(*Anne-Mal) Mostly just let the guest and questioner, (And me) talk in the open when the formal chat is going on.(RLoner) If I have a question, should I whisper it to you, then? Or how does that work?(*Anne-Mal) Whisper to me if you want to ask a question, I will tell you who to ask after. You can talk with the guest as you ask. I quickly eased into a fast pace, riding his length, loving every inch until Greg began to meet my thrusts, driving himself up to me, grabbing my hips until finally he began to slam into me harder as he told me he was ready to cum, begging me not to stop.I kept riding him hard, feeling his cock bury itself deep inside me until I noticed his breathing quicken and his hands grip me hard, holding me tight on him. I dropped myself down, holding my arse tight on his cock as I felt his cock pulse. All night.He then met his attorney at 6 pm at a bar. They discussed all the facts as they snacked on junk food and drank beer. His attorney gave the same advise of the psychologist. In the end, it would be his decision to make. Yeah or nay for a divorce. They played pool and Richard noticed the women in the bar. Many were openly seducing men to get free drinks and some even left for fifteen to twenty minutes and returned to sit with another man. Richard remembered what the psychologist. Just strangers in bars. Nice bars. Not dives at least, but bars nonetheless. As a note though it turns out you shouldn't try the bars at the nice hotels downtown if you don't want to get chased out under suspicion of being a prostitute. At least you shouldn't try to hook up more than once at the same hotel, in the same night. My life is stupid, but enjoyable.Sometimes I get a little out of hand when I really need you. I got home from fucking some guy at his gross apartment at two o'clock.