Her face, with tears, blood and vomit mixed as if on a pretty canvas, raised itself slightly, looking at me as I lay buried in her tits. Her other han... raised itself and weakly pulled my hair, causing me to slowly snap out of my post orgasm delirium. She looked pretty, pretty and exhausted. The haughtiness was gone, replaced by a submissiveness that I found far more befitting for a woman. Finally overcoming my disgust, I reached out and kissed her on her puffy bleeding lips. The hand in my hair. The excitement of the situation was nearly unbearable as she imagined how his strong hands would feel exploring her shapely figure. Her heart raced as she stopped in her tracks. She couldn’t believe what she was about to do. Turning to make eye contact, she smiled, gave him the come hither motion with her finger, before disappearing into a supply closet.He couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. Immediately, he dropped what he was doing, gave a quick look around, and headed straight for. Linda had a sexy body, and she knew it.“Well?” she said, planting her hands on her hips and letting an extra lilt of excitement creep into her voice. “I thought you were in a hurry to keep from exploding. Is that all you can do, just stand there and look? Or aren’t you in the mood anymore?” Her hips swayed, adding to the taunt.“Oh Christ,” Dave laughed, breaking out of his spell. “You’re really asking for it, aren’t you? Well, I’ve got just the answer you need. Right here, babe, waiting for. "I love you and that's all that matters. There's nothing wrong." She responded dutifully as he kissed her again. She wanted him to badly, but her conscience still fought her desire. Her thoughts turned to Martin and what had happened five nights ago in the back seat of his sleek convertible. She remembered the pleasure of his kisses, the excitement of his organ as it slipped inside her, hurting her. She could not forget the degradation he had submitted her to, but somehow the thought still.