Was he going to fuck me like the whore I so wanted to be? He stroked my cum covered hair and cupped my chin, “that was amazing” he said. Then, I l...oked at his cock. It had gone soft!!! Some post-cum and saliva dripped from it. “Better get you a towel” he said before leaving the room. I sat kneeling on the floor, face covered in cum, trying not to cry. He was done. I had relieved him, but it didn’t matter about my needs. He. Was. Done. He came back back in with a towel and passed it to me.. And she wanted it to. Fear and expectation and trust and lust roiled inside her. Rachel didn’t recognize the whine escaping her as her own, despite all sense, she raised her pelvis toward that awful mouth. The whine threatened to become something more. The moment she realized this, she felt the gag tentacle brush her left cheek, reminding her of its presence. Reflexively, Rachel turned her head and opened her own mouth, never moving her eyes from the dark mouth now open and looming over the. "Uhm, Chris, you okay?" I'm fine, don't ask," he replied to his bewildered friend, John, who was standing in the office doorway.Sitting back down in his chair, Chris started planning exactly how he was going to get his sex life, and his marriage, back on track.Jackie was feeling extremely guilty. She'd taken off her wedding ring in the parking lot of the club, and she'd flirted outrageously with every guy she encountered all night. Once she woke up — and sobered up — in the morning, she felt. I went up from and found Tom, Steve's dad watching TV still. He asked why I was up. I told him about my fear of lightning. A look of concern came over his face. Holding his arms out, Tom motioned for me to come to him.Sitting on his lap, Tom wrapped his arms around me. As I laid against him, he rubbed my back. As he moved his hand I could feel my shirt riding up. His warm hand felt good on my bare skin. Moving his hand, Tom worked it up to my shoulder under my shirt. After a few minutes he said.