Do you want something to eat?”“Not now,” her voice slowly returned. “I’m thirsty and need something for the pain. When I was out, I didn’t...feel it.”“That’s because I’ve been giving you shots of morphine,” he stated, heading to the kitchen and getting her a bottle of water.“Got anymore?” she asked, taking a long drink. The coldness of the liquid soothed her sore throat. Every time she swallowed, her ears hurt. And she still had that awful headache to go along with the rest of her beat up. Very nice" said Keith admiringly. "It suits you Kara."

I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror behind the bar. It did suit me in a tarty sort of a way.Keith moved from behind the bar and perched on a barstool in front of me. He unfastened his zipper and took out his cock.
"Kate said that you gave fantastic blow jobs."

He shrugged and threw a few notes down on the desk."If you want it, you know what to do."

As if in a daze, I knelt down before Keith and reached for his dick “Not so. He gradually became more and more sexual, until he finally invited her over once more. They arrived in George's room. Red curtains covered the windows. His bed was neatly made, and then they both sat down on it nervously. They were both scared. They both decided earlier that the most they would have this time was dry sex. Neither of them had ever done anything like this before. They had masturbated, of course, but to embrace the ecstasy of sex with someone else was completely alien to them.. “What do you mean?” I asked.“I was thinking about our wedding night recently. And the promise I made, that if you could hold off until our tenth anniversary, I would give you the threesome you’ve always fantasized about.”Her words didn’t register for a second, then hit me like a ton of bricks. If I had been able, I would have gotten hard at the thought of getting my wife and another woman in bed. “Are you serious?”She nodded mutely and moved off of me. I got to watch her pudgy ass sway its way.