The last time she'd had sex had been nearly two years ago, and she had felt those years as Anna had relayed one of her more recent nights of passion. ...o here she was, wearing a too-short, too-low black dress that complimented the good bits and hid the not-so-good bits. A pair of three inch heels were situated at the corner of her bed, along with a red clutch purse that Anna had brought and some condoms. She told herself that she wasn't going to use them, that she was just going along to humor. Cum again if you can.” Her voice broke for just an instant. “No extra charge.”I moved inside her slowly, savoring the slippery tightness of her. Roach was right about the absence of passion, but that didn’t make what we were doing any less erotic to me. If anything, the lack of passion made it more stimulating. I could concentrate on maximizing my pleasure without much concern for her. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, but her reward for doing this was money, not orgasms. Roach tilted her. Savannah hadn't made any effort to find her own relationship with someone else, and with the heartache of the latest fight with her ex-husband, she might make a rash decision that she would regret later. I wanted to help her, but that also meant keeping her away from me.Savannah walked away silently and looked back at me smiling when she reached the door. I smiled back and nodded at her and then she stepped out.I sat back down but hadn't waited long when Anna and a doctor walked in. She stood. "Because it will get you raped." It's not rape if I agree to it," she said.They had both assumed it would take a day or two to get comfortable with each other once he arrived. While there was the odd moment of tension, their hunger for each other drove them through those first few days at a relentless pace. That first day, when he found her lying naked on the couch, with a tampon stuffed in her pussy, was an example of a moment of tension, surrounded by hours of lusty happiness.He had gone to.