He allowed it. “I’m sorry,” I said to him with new tears forming. “I can’t love you, I just can’t. It hurts too much. Tell Sylva I’m sor...y, too. I’m sorry. I can’t. I’ll destroy us.”I stepped away from him and finally realized that there were at least two dozen people gathered around at a respectful distance. I saw Sylva right beside me; she was crying almost as much as I was. I broke and ran to the parking lot, only looking back once.He was still standing there, just watching me go.I got into. No fiery furnaces, no red hot gridirons, no demons with pitchforks! Instead, there was this uniformly grey landscape, gray sky, grey people – nothing to relieve the monotony at all. Even the greeter was in a grey suit and resembled a failed Accenture Consultant who had failed to achieve an adequate billing ratio but was being kept on to help meet ageist quotas.But greeted he was and told that his fate was to exist forever under these gray skies and rue the day he had not chosen a more selfless. He was still so hot and horney he wanted to fuck me and I told him I would love that and he took off my clothes and saw my young hard and stiff cock and he sucked it and treated it like a pussy and he tongued it and twirled it and told me I was the finest looking young girl he had ever been with and I took his cock and held it and I laid across that truck’s hidden bed and he spit all over my tight virgin ass and then stuck that big cock of his in me so deep and so long that tears of joy spilled. The ladies including Grace had dressed nicely but wore the minimum to be decent. Bras and knickers were excluded or carried in their purse. Blouses were buttoned below the rack. Skirts were partly unzipped or split halfway up the thighs. Grace could just smell the sex, even in the limo and just imagined what it would be in the villa and the heated solarium, the grounds being too cold this time of year to wander without a coat. Emily had put her arm around Grace’s shoulders as soon as she sat.