I think he'd started before he got there too.Our usual server, Marcy, brought out a full plastic pitcher and set it on the table. I don't think you kn...w her, but shes twenty-five, seven years older than me. She looked older though and was kind of overweight, probably because she got to take home free pizza at the end of her shift, and she needed it, with two little kids to feed. "Your food will be right out," She waved to the empty seat next to me, and her sleeve rode up showing the scars where. He kissed me passionately. Do you like this you little fag? Mmmmmmm, God yes. I luv it so. He said if you want it, take out the plug and slide my cock to your pussy. I did. He told me to try to fuck him. I did. Not all that well, but I tried. With my legs over his shoulders he took my hands in his. Pinning me under him. He pushed his cock in hard. All the way in. I gasped, but my hole was well lubed and ready from the plug.He whispered in my ear, you love being my whore don't you? Mmmmmmmmmmmm,. I stepped out of my skirt and kicked it across the floor. Then, in only my skimpiest baby-blue panties, I sat cross-legged on the floor in front of him. With so much genuine love for him burning deep in my heart, I untied his shoes and slipped them off his feet. I reached up and tugged his belt open, then as calmly as I could with such intense lust filling my body and my soul, I unzipped his tight black trousers and pulled them down. He fell backward, landing in a seated position on the edge of. It makes me feel so safe and loved.”“What about Ed?” I asked.“Oh, he cuddles, but it’s just not the same. It’s like sex. It’s great with Ed — it really is — but with you, it’s at a whole different level. Not just because you’re better, but because it’s you. In fact, even if you only lasted two minutes, it would still be better with you, emotionally speaking.”“As much as Kara and I have a deep emotional connection,” I said carefully, “the one with you was even deeper. It’s something totally.