His knees and elbows were able to take just enough of his weight off of me so I could breath, but there was enough weight on me to make me know I was ...eing loved, and being fucked. I loved being fucked, even this way. We were like two kids with a new toy in each other's ear, telling each other how good it felt, what to do, how hard to go, it was special.In the sheer joy of being penetrated and feeling him inside of me I almost forgot about my orgasm, but I felt it creeping up in me.I began to. However, once we were on our tour bus, I couldn’t help but notice the man in the far back row. Wearing a tan suit and tie, he looked like a professional Arab businessman. He was about 5' 10" tall, very strong build and was dark... very dark...black eyes... with thick eyebrows and mustache. I noticed he had a gun hidden under his jacket worn in a shoulder holster. I asked Ehab, our escort, about this and he told me the man was there for our security. I, for one, felt more secure each time I. "Hello, this is Susan and you have called Brittni's phone," Susan said condescendingly.I could hear Lance on the other line, "Put Brittni on the phone and stop fuckin around."Susan calmly replied, "I don't think that is possible, because right now, she has someone's dick in her mouth."Thinking she was just referring to what started our argument to begin with, Lance responded, "Ha, very funny. Just get her please."Susan hung up on Lance, then turned it off just as Sanjeev started cumming in my. Even after Britt comes home, I can't get it out of my head.I sit with my feet on the table, crunching a granola bar. Britt lounges alongside me in her smelly workout clothes. She leans into the nook of my shoulder.“How'd it go with the neighbor?” she asks.I imagine the hot pain of being fucked up the asshole. I can still taste my ass in the back of my tongue. “Fine,” I say. “I returned the trimmers.”I peek at my phone. I've got a text from Matt: I'm going to want your ass again tonight.Who the.