“Goddamn it, babe. I’m not a fucking machine! Give me a chance to---“But my wife had already reached out and wrapped her hand around his penis... “I need more, Bryan. I want more. Don’t you have any more cum for me?” she asked coyly, slowly rubbing him back to hardness. “I think you do. I think there’s still more in there, and I want it.” My wife was masturbating him faster now. “It’s so easy to get you hard, you know that? I just have to touch you, and that’s it. Do you get hard when. She kept trying to explain what had happened to her and all the crazy misfortunes and how she was almost about to start stripping and what not… She was in need of solid ground to put her feet on. I just held her tight and whispered for her to not worry. I am here now baby, it is going to be all right. I know she wanted to fuck me, She knew I wanted to fuck her too. I needed to fuck her silly. But I didn’t want to give her emotions too much of a twist in one day. So unfortunately, I had to make. As we continued driving.. since we didn't have time to plan anything ahead of time or hire an "escort" or any other ways we normally do it, I told him to drive down "that area' where we know the hookers are. He didn't turn for awhile then suddenly he did, making a U turn, and I could feel my anticipation growing. As we approached the area, Ben slowed down and I thought, well now isn't this a cliche? Cruising the streets for a girl to fuck. I looked thru the girls I saw, who turned to look at us. It was short. The labelwanted to use the outfit that Julia had picked out for me this morning,and within a half hour they had all the shots they felt they needed toget my name out. Max told me that we would do a more comprehensive setlater this week or early next week to create a full press kit, whateverthat was.Whoever the paparazzi had been waiting for must have left during theshoot, because nobody was outside when we exited the building. Soon wewere on our way home, and the only thing left.