“Can I help you?” he askedThe vixen was wearing a hungry expression as she looked him over, “I’m here to collect on our bet from the other day...”Sera lifted her book up over her head, curiosity written on her face.“Nothing to worry about,” he assured her, “just a friendly wager.” Looking back up at Velt he asked, “Did you want me to lay down or switch places? Or perhaps you wanted to go back to your room?”“None of those. I just need her to scoot over a little and for you to stand up.”“I’m not. With a bellow my orgasm crested and broke in me, my pussy clutching at his cock as it countered with relentless assault, driving my climax, prolonging the peak. I wailed and screamed and shook, struggling for breath, nearly overwhelmed, blind and numb to everything but the vibrating waves of intense pleasure. When it finally began to recede my senses returned to a degree and I heard Neil grunting his warning. "Fuck, yeah, fill me, baby, fill me up!" I urged madly. I clutched at his back and. It was an extravagant ballroom, with two stairs to either side which leads upstairs to a balcony, and doors at the left and right of the stairs. Dead center in the balcony stood a rich-looking man, wearing a tastefully old-fashioned suit, with a fine walking stick in his hand."Welcome, welcome!" he announced, "come on in! Do shut the door, please, you'll let the cold in." He jumped over the balcony, much to my surprise, but he floated softly down to the floor, landing gracefully on his feet. "I. Dimly lit windows look like small eyes staring balefully down on her. This is not a place for a sexy lady to be out wandering in the dark. As she turns the corner onto a smaller alley a large rugged black man slips from a shadowed doorway. She walks slower now as if frightened by where she is still lost in thought. The man is dressed like a thug as he follows her slowly. Baggy khakis and a white tee shirt covered with khakis button up which hangs open. He walks with an air of comfort down.