When I first started doing all these filthy nasty things with these men, well, it was exciting; it was a turn on. My body loved it as the men stretche... my openings, and pumped their sperm inside. I did climax, and climax and climax so very easy but I learned that I had to pace myself. My body could and can only take so much of this kind of pleasure. Like I said I would climax over and over again, however after a while the feeling would die or fade away. I learned to think of other things to. I didn't know if she thought it was me but she was enjoying what he was doing all the same. I could hear his fingers going in and out of her wet pussy which got me so hot. I thought wow I may as well go for broke and told the guy to open the door. My girlfriend looked round to see who I had talked to and saw this strange guy with a hard cock right behind her! She looked back at me, and I told her, let him. She had a naughty look on her face and went straight back to sucking me. I took this as. Rejection stabbed through her, sharp and hot, angry tears welling up in her eyes. The weeks of angry words, cold glares and unanswered attempts at communication flashed through her mind and she reached her breaking point. She jumped out of bed and glared down at him. What the fuck is your problem? She demanded, crossing her arms. Why are you acting like a spoiled brat? He stared at her frigidly over his shoulder. Oh, what, am I finally good enough for you to talk to? I dont see how. I dont have. I waited for her to go in and got out of my car a minute later and headed through the white door and found my way to flat B2. The door was slightly ajar and I entered, looking up the stairs and saw a small brunette standing there wearing nothing but a black slip."Hi Rafael!" She said smiling. "Come up."I walked up to greet her and she kissed me once on each cheek. The odour of cheap perfume was on her and I was glad she did not smell of smoke. I asked if there was anywhere I could wash my hands.