My legs were shaking. Toes curled. Entire body quivering.I have never in my life been brought so close to release, only to be denied. Over. And over. ...nd over. Aching to finish, but her enjoying the control she has over me. As we reach the two-hour mark, she asks if I would like to go back to work now.I whisper yes but beg her to let me finish. There is no way I can go back like this. Kissing my neck, she whispers, “Don’t worry, Papi, I got you.” Stroking me firm yet gentle, fast yet slow. She's bringing dinner." James, are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, it will look really really bad, Sarah coming home and I am all undressed and in her robe?" No, she's fine with it. Really." He dismissed her objections casually. "She knows the weather's being crappy."Samira panicked, suddenly thinking that she was wrong, they were not interested in intimacy, just friendship. She thought that she had totally misread the signals. She started to slip out of the kitchen. "I am so sorry, I. "Wallace, look. I'm here because I just wanted to be nice. I know we had some sexual contact yesterday, and it was hot, and you probably think we connected, but..."Tracy tried her best to begin the conversation that would end in Wallace taking her home. Sooner, rather than later.Wallace's expression changed. He frowned and shook his head slowly."No, no...I get it. You're a racist just like I thought." Wallace's eyes became wider and he moved away from her slightly.Tracy's shoulders fell in. I’d left my bra and panties off and we were screwing on the living room carpet within minutes of my arrival. I was in a ferocious mood and he really got worked over. Over and over the thought went through my mind that I had doubled my lifetime cock count and had three different ones in less than 24 hours. Shit, I’d never even had two different ones the same month before. All he could pant out as he lay exhausted and wilted was, “I guess you missed me!” I told him to reload before bedtime.Those.