This time I could hold on long enough for her to seem to orgasm several times but how was I to know whether she did or not? I didn’t know what was r...ality and what was illusion. I didn’t even know what Brigit the goddess looked like. She had controlled my every contact with her. At present she seemed to be human and enjoying herself. My thoughts were wiped away as she brought me to a shattering ecstasy…I was back sitting at the kitchen table with Brigit standing behind me. My coffee was still. I can't believe she walked through the halls of the hotel looking like that. Her buckled top was completely unbuckled, showing off her breasts proudly. Her leather skirt was pulled up and twisted. I wondered if her 'clients' had even let her take it off. Forget the makeup; it was a lost cause, scrubbed completely off by whatever she had been up to. Her hair was a matted mess. She looked like she had been fucked for days!She stared at Sharon. "What is this Grand Central Station? Where is..."My. I need you now. Pure lust took over and Drew drove into her with a renewed vigor. The couple held each other trying to get as close as they could. Beccahs legs clamped around him even tighter and he gripped her shoulders forcing him in even more deeply. They never broke their stare. Thrusting, pushing, giving, receiving, harder, faster, wanting, needing and then&hellip,.and then&hellip, Beccah could feel Drews cock swell and his hands pulled at her. She held on as tightly as she could with her. Proper good, we had some Union leader at the back of the Supermarket and he was in a proper bad way once we'd finished with 'im."Adam sighed and Carl scowled at him. "Ya gonna be on Crimewatch then?"Carl guffawed. "Fuck no. I ain't messin' him up in front of cameras. I ain't stupid but we got another protest two weeks time. Bradford." Why?" Adam asked finishing the last of his beer."Ahh, some Pakis want to build a mosque next to a Church. They can fuck off if they think their dirty shit should.