Please... ?" I like the part about the money," he said, suddenly moving his tormenting hand to grasp the negligee and toss it onto the floor behind hi.... "Where'll you get it? From your ex-husband's alimony?" He sniggered. "Don't give me that shit, baby! You haven't got a dime! You're in the bag and you know it!"Tears blinded her as she tried to think of any way she could stop him. She started to tell him Mark was coming soon, but thought better of that. God, she didn't want to get him anymore. I didn’t bring much money because Kevin usually pays for everything. The cashier, a short healthy woman brought over the bill and took off her apron before yelling something in Spanish to the waiter in the kitchen while leaving. "Forty three dollars,” I quietly said. I wished I hadn't ordered those last two beers. I looked around and realized that I was the only one here now. I took out what little money I had in my pocket and put it on the table: it was thirteen bucks. Then it hit me, how am I. Jay let me stare for awhile, then released my left nipple and used his hand on my chin to raisemy face until I was looking at him again."You like what you see, whiteboy. That much is obvious. Go ahead.Touch it." I hesitantly reached out with my right hand and let it closearound his thick meat. I was actually holding another guy's hard cock!"Stroke it some for me, whiteboy." I obeyed immediately and was rewardedwith a low moan of pleasure from deep in his chest. Jay slid his hands tomy shoulders. Richard’s mind had already been working overtime for a satisfactory solution to our future lack of coital activities. It was no secret that I have a very high libido, with me almost demanding love-making EVERY day, and several times on some days when I was particularly randy. Richard always said, and I apologise for the language, that I had an “insatiable cunt!”. The poor man often struggled to keep up with my sexual demands and was often very relieved to see me resort to one of the many.