When he was finished I swallowed and pulled back looking up at him. Peter stared down at me and had such a look of wonder and happiness and he leaned...over and scooped me up and took me to the bed. He laid me back and dove between my thighs with a vengeance. I was in a daze of pleasure as he started eating me like a starving man, drawing out every gasp from me like it was a precious gem. I heard him telling me how fantastic I was, how sweet I tasted, and how he could do this all night. He ate. “I wouldn’t know though. I’m not a boy and have never had the problem. Is it uncomfortable James?” I started to turn red. “It is a bit uncomfortable. I’ve been trying to find an opportunity to shift it around so it was a little less uncomfortable. I’m sorry for looking but it was just sitting there right in front of me. Do you want some more chicken?” “I’m not going to let you get away with changing the subject that easily. If you want to adjust it so that it’s not uncomfortable feel free to. I was exhausted and satisfied when I eventually fell asleep.The next morning I awoke to an empty bed and the smell of coffee. I quickly showered and dressed and made my way to the kitchen where Claire was rustling up a cooked breakfast for us.After we had eaten the cholesterol-laden fry up in what I thought was companionable silence, Claire put on a serious face.“I’m sorry, Clark. You’re a really nice guy and I had a really nice time last night. But I’m afraid you just didn’t do anything for. I knew he only used lube for one person, himself. Sometimes he would fuck me dry or with a little saliva, but that was just to hear me cry. For a moment I let myself get lost to sounds around me; the squeak of the bed each time he drove his dick into me, his heavy breathing in my ear that came and went with every thrust, the sound of him slobbering on my neck, and the worst sound of them all, my own moan. It's always the first moan that lets I'm know that he waking up his slut. “That's it baby,.