I knocked on the wall, and I could see her move towards my hard cock. She understood what was happening and she took me in her mouth, sucking me vigor...usly. Soon she had put her hand down her pants and started to rub herself and softly moan. After a little while, I pulled away and told her I was coming inside. In between leaving that room and coming back into her space, I went back into the theatre and told a couple of the guys to follow me. I pointed them towards the room I just left and went. There is undeniably strong chemistry between us. I am deeply attracted to him in a way I can’t explain. My desire is to be really close to him. Be his friend. His lover. Talk to him. Understand him. But I summarise a few facts. He is young, good looking, successful, creative, single and cultured. And I am supposed to believe he is available. No way. Regardless of what he says, I will find out myself. As I’m not tired I decide to watch a few movies before. Daryl laid on top of me grinding slowly in to my butt and sucking on my neck and earlobes. When Daryl was satisfied he pulled from my anus and went to his bed leaving me trussed up on my bed. I drifted off to sleep only to be awaken about four in the morning by Daryl sticking his rigid cock in my wet butt hole. Daryl had slipped his arms and hands under my tied up arms and was gripping on to my shoulders and slamming his body into mine with great force. With each plunge he would sink another. "It's the return to reality that's a bit unsettling." "That's understandable," she said. "We have turned a major corner and it's time for a major discussion." She sat down at the table across from me and took a sip of her coffee before setting it down. She reached out and took my cigarette, took a long drag from it and crushed it out in the ashtray. She sat for a minute thinking of how to start. I sat adoring my sexy mate in her gauze shirt and sexy shorts. I knew that she had left one too many.