Fate was with them as the light had just changed. George hustled her to his truck and pushed her into the passenger side. He ran around the front, jum...ed into the driver’s seat, started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot down the street away from the fight. He’d noticed that both men were still down on the ground, although the one with a broken arm was sitting up and staring at him. He hadn’t taken the time to look at the person he had saved from that beating back there. From the way. He said he had some problems, so he couldn't fuck his wife, so now they are choosing a man for her. It was a little embarrassing to me, and I tried to turn away from the subject. "You must have a nice dick," he said, and I was even more confused. At that moment the woman rises and heads for the toilet. "Go for it, she wants to see you," he said. I looked at the woman, and she called me into the toilet. I looked at the waiter who was not experiencing us at all but typing on his cell phone. "Come. Far stronger. I can't fight it, not with the hold he has on me sexually. My entire body is limp, rising and falling with the thrust of his two fingers inside me. He kisses me, with the strongest passion, as if his lips were to melt with mine. He moves his lips down my neck, along my collarbone, to my breasts, my navel, and gently forms his lips around my clit, sucking relentlessly, letting it build up again. I cum around his fingers for the third time. It's like he gets off by watching me. He grabbed the back of Brad's head and pushed deep into the other man's mouth, gasping in ecstasy. Again and again Brad moved up and down until Damien felt as if he would cum any moment...and then Brad was off and fumbling with his own trousers. Damien leaned in to help and Brad's erect member popped out of the fly though the belt was still on. Damien leaned down, ready to taste the sweetness that looked so enticing but was held up by Brad's hand pushing him back up. "Nah uh..." Brad murmured,.