Helen writhed as she kept herself at peak, continuing to let him know he was doing exactly what she wanted and needed by her gasping moans. Like all m...n, it was the signal to carry on, but without haste. The pleasure was smooth, slow enough for her to enjoy it and yield more nectar for him to taste and drink. To him, Helen was worth waiting for, because he knew like she, the time to release their desires where the ultimate in sexual pleasure. If only she would see that, and make her realise. "Ok Daniella I need you to lie down on the table," Jerome said.Daniella stopped cleaning and looked at him. She was confused."I said lie down on the fucking table now you fucking white bitch," Jerome shouted at her.Daniella gulped. She nearly cried as she was afraid of him and didn't like it when he shouted at her."Yes ... yes ... sir," Daniella nodded.She hurried over to the table. She used a chair to climb over and lie herself down on it. She faced the ceiling. As the table wasn't very long,. I purchased some strange condoms as novelty gifts for friends back home, and a body pillow with my favorite Idol on it for the otaku in me.We went and ate Ramen, real ramen, and it was even better than I could ever imagine.We sat around a small park and did some people watching for a few minutes then headed back to the train station.The second train was really packed. Bodies against bodies like sardines, although later Dave would tell me it gets even worse.To my right was a beautiful young. He only grunted like an a****l. His instinct was to fuck her so hard and stretch her tight pussy. She pulled down his pants, and began to pull his stretchy foreskin back, and then she sucked him off. My GOD he was so much bigger than me! My tiny cock got so hard at only 4 inches that I felt as if it was going to pop like a balloon. I had never been so hard in my life until I saw my wife with another man. Am I horny for her, or is it also for his sexiness? This is one of my most confusing times.