" He started rubbing his erect cock up and down my ass crack. I realized that I had left the KY in the living room and hoped Stevie wasn't going to tr... to enter me dry.He reached down and slid his erect cock into my pussy and began stroking me slowly. Just as I was starting to get into it, I felt a cold dollop of KY hit my asshole. The sweet man had grabbed it after all. He used a finger to work the lube all over my small pucker and pushed some inside. Between the cock in my pussy and his. It all got me a big nothing. He was breathing regularly, but there was no waking him up, he twitched a little when I did the snow thing but that was as good as it got.By then I was getting pretty worried; I damn well don’t want him dying on me right in the middle of my living room. But there didn’t seem to be much I could do if that was what he had in mind, so I just shoved it out of my head.And went and made some soup. Chicken soup.OK, not exactly “made”; I opened up a can, poured it out,. I got half of the money for each minute, and grew quite adept at stripping slowly. The guys mostly just wanted straightforward tits and ass; I learned how to pull my pussy lips open, how to use camera tricks so it looked like I was really having fun. As porn work goes, it was incredibly low maintenance. I didn't have to shave my legs or wear high heels, or even put on lipstick; I didn't have to actually touch or talk to any of the guys who were watching me take my clothes off. I spoke into a. ’ Lisa rolled her eyes. ‘She thinks you’d be jealous.’ ‘I am jealous. The bastard owns a fucking yacht.’ Lisa laughed, but then went back to making a serious point. ‘The point of these twelve days, dummy, is that these are Jessica’s presents to you. You’re the focal point of all this, the main man, the only man. Orla can’t just ask for Padraig to be invited, how would that feel? We don’t know how he’d feel, or how you’d feel.’ ‘I haven’t been the only man. Tasha’s guy was here just the other.