”She sat down and took out her notebook.“Any fallout from me deciding to cancel my last session with Doctor Chin?”“It’ll cause him to confir... his diagnosis.”I shrugged, “So what? Nothing was going to stop that.”“What did you say to him?”“I reject your reality and substitute my own!” I replied.“That has to be ‘Darmok’ of some kind.”“It’s from a horror anthology from the 1984, The Dungeonmaster, that revolves around a computer geek.”“I wondered. You didn’t seem to be the horror movie type.”“I’m. Unnhhh ... doing again today?" she attempted to ask, though as I continued fucking her gorgeous bottom she began to lose the discretion battle.I felt my cock pulsing; since she'd told me to cum for her, I didn't try to hold it back. Pushing hard, I exploded deep inside her, flooding her ass with at least four solid blasts of hot cum. She came then, too, gushing warm, silky fluid on our thighs even as her clenching asshole trembled.Coming down from her orgasm, she pressed against me while. Why did Tony throw me in the bathroom? Have they really gone? The nineteen year old wife's shock-widened eyes flicked in bewilderment around the gleaming pink cubicle, then dropped to regard her bruised, cum-stained body with disgust. And if they've gone, why should I lock the door? And who shouldn't I tell - oh, they meant Verne, I guess - oh Verne, Verne, Verne... Soul-shattering guilt suddenly returned full force to the anguished blonde who sat slumped over on the toilet seat, her. I sure didn’t want to miss the opportunity of being fucked repeatedly by Bastian and his friends, so we agreed to meet them that night.We left the hotel by taxi at about 9:00 pm, and the drive to their home was a little scary. We went through several sections of town that are just shanties, and there were some pretty rough men and women milling around the streets. Many of them smiled at us as we passed them, probably knowing full well that the only reason for white tourists to be in that part.