“Whore!” he said into my year, and he tightened his grip around my throat all the while not letting up on my asshole. Oh fuck! I could hardly brea...h. I certainly couldn’t say anything. Within moments I was seeing stars. I increased the pace on my cock, beating it for all I was worth. I wanted to say “Yes! That’s what I want Steve. Show me exactly how worthless I am”, but I couldn’t speak. My balls were tightening. I was close to orgasm, and darkness was starting to creep into the sides of my. She repeated this process for several minutes. She went up and down all the while she was slowly rubbing her cunt to keep herself aroused. He laid back and took this. He tried to remember how all this happened but couldn’t concentrate once the woman sucking his cock began to hum while she pleasured him. This enhanced every good feeling he was having up to that point. She noticed that more and more often she was tasting pre-cum. This gave her a sense that he was close to orgasm. She was too. Piece for piece. Back and forth.This was my reward for playing. This is where I would have my fun. It was also the most dangerous part. Here's where she would try to get me.She sat on the edge of the bed, her perfect little body perched there, tempting me She started to take off her glasses."No, keep them on, " I told her. " I like the way they look on you."In fact, it was the only way I had ever imagined fucking her. With her glasses on, preferably while bent over a desk in political science. We'd start around 11 on Friday night, fucking into the early hours. Usually was three or four in the morning before we got done and slept. All day Saturday and all night was just spent in bed shagging. We only stopped to eat and when she smoked. Her daughter Lina's room was across the hall but even so she would've been able to hear. The son, Aiden's bedroom was literally backing on to Emma's with her headboard backing onto his. He would've heard EVERYTHING. Wonder if he ever slept? Would've.