Please?’ she appealed. He nodded, a bit dazed. She took his arm and led him to a corner of the concourse away from the crowd for a scrap of privacy....It took all of her incredible will not to kiss him then, to feel the lips she had imagined so many thousands of times, but she steeled herself. Too much was riding on this conversation. ‘I took the chance that you might come to the game after all. I needed to see you, to be in the same space with you. I thought…’ and here her will began to fail. Then she stood behind me, reached around and teased my breasts, partly to amuse Mr. Porter, partly to turn me on and partly because she enjoys doing it.There was a knock on the door and Mr. Porter sent me to answer it. I opened the door as if I were fully dressed and admitted a very surprised, but very amused, middle aged man.Mr. Porter thanked the man for the quilt and asked him if he'd like to have me sent down to his office later so that I can thank him in person.Mr. Driggers looked around. We stripped off and made love. Whilst he was doing it to me, I couldn't get the image of all those guys downstairs out of my mind. Did they know what we where doing up here? They must have known, that's probably why they where whistling at me. As Patrick fucked his cock into me, I kept imagining that all the guys where standing around the bed watching us. The idea of it really turned me on and I came and came and my final climax, as Patrick shot his load of hot spunk into me, was so strong that. .. Ah what the hell do you know?" I know you got a lot of living ahead of you. You don't want to do this." Yeah? Well if what I got I got ahead of me is anything like what's behind me then you aren't making much of a case."The old man's eyes sort of glazed over and he adopted what some call a 'thousand yard stare.' I felt a tingle in my head, almost like my brain had an itch. I've heard that before you die you life will flash before your eyes. That is the best description of what happened to me.