It’s him. You hear the door open and listen to him step inside and shut the door quietly behind him. You picture him in your mind’s eye, standing ...here just inside the door, taking a moment to look around at your apartment before coming into the bedroom. Finally you hear him enter the bedroom and walk to the side of the bed and stop. You can see him in your mind’s eye, standing there looking down at your, at what he can see of your face that isn’t covered by the eye shade, at the shape of your. “What are those for?”“When I come in your mouth, there's going to be WAY more than you can swallow,” he told her. “Those are for cleaning up the mess it's going to make.”“I don't know what that means,” she said. “What mess?”“You'll find out,” he said, smiling. “Just keep sucking on me. You've quite good at it, so don't stop once you get going. Don't worry about going deep, either. Just do what's comfortable and have fun.”She looked up at him, nodding that she understood, then took him in her. Once the others had left, David invited me to sit with him and Rebecca in the lounge.‘Now, Mark, I have here the letter you so kindly gave Rebecca after your last visit.’My heart jumped slightly as he said this – he’d caught me by surprise, as I would never have thought they would have raised this whilst we were at Adam and Andrea’s. And anyway, I’d given the letter to Rebecca, not David! But I supposed it was inevitable that she would share its contents with her husband.‘Rebecca and I have had. It felt his cock was longer than Tommy's.I caught myself almost enjoying it until I remembered this guy was fucking me without my own consent…Suddenly his pumping intensified and I felt new thick wad of warm semen impacting inside me. He pulled out almost straight away, and wiped his cock clean on the back of Tommy’s t-shirt. He whispered to me “Good bitch” as he went away from there.I took a moment to compose myself, bent over a kitchen counter with two guys cum in me, and dampness running.