?I insist. I get wet when I use my man’s money that way.?Brad shut his eyes tight. He realized he had jumped the gun – they weren’t over at all....They were just getting started. He heard the familiar sounds again, kissing, moaning, and then fucking. This time, Jackson lasted 30 more minutes.**Brad fell asleep in the closet but awoke with a start when Delilah opened the door. He came pouring out of the closet as he was leaning against the door, waking up when his cheek hit the ground.She laughed. She wants me to come get her.”“Seriously?”“Yeah.”“But the Duchess is about to go on.”“I know, man.” Terry looked pissed. “Fuck!”“You have to go?” I asked. “I mean, doesn’t she have some other friends that can take care of her for awhile?”Terry considered the idea, and I could almost see the angel and devil on either shoulder arguing their cases. “No, man,” he said, shaking his head sadly. “I gotta go.”“Man, that sucks!” I said.“Yeah, sorry,” Terry said. He handed me his beer so that I was. She tilted her head back and panted as she swirled her fingertips over her clit. She pawed one breast as Jason had done in her dream, and she spread her legs wider as if accepting his cock.The night before, Diane had been unable to sleep until she had given up control of her body to her enslaved self. Then she had fallen asleep almost at once, as if eager for the nocturnal visitations she knew would come. Not a single dream from which she awoke -- often in the same wet and wanting state -- was. Then she made her way to my neck, kissing and lightly biting. I felt chills run down my arms. She pulled my shirt up and took her time licking and sucking on my nipples. I watched her head tip and my eyes followed her tongue she drew it down my stomach and began kissing the shaven area above my cock. My cock became rigid as it pressed against her breast wanting to spring up. She slowly moved down and my cock sprang up exposing my excitement. Her face disappeared below my chest line and I felt a.