"Here is all that you will need, along with all that was salvaged from your earlier attempt. Did I not say that I would provide? And, here is the last...thing that you must have, to make a portal which will allow me to pass."He reached down beside the pedestal on which he crouched, bringing up a heavy chest of whitish wood bound with broad metal straps. Opening it, he disclosed several fistsized blackish lumps."You do not recognize it in its present form?" He hooted soft laughter. "These used to. Don’t judge me lest you be judged. A man has to do what a man has to do. Any port in a storm, if you know what I mean.’ ‘I know what you mean. I get it Dave. You don’t have to paint me a picture or give me an image that I’d rather not have. ‘After having lived through a storm of shit, I couldn’t see bringing a woman into my life,’ he said. ‘Simone, Lucy, and Carmen aren’t your typical, drug addicted, crack head prostitutes, they’re nice.’ ‘You don’t have to explain yourself or defend yourself. She started to moan and caught herself. There were some voices outside so we couldn’t let loose completely.

I put two fingers inside her as I licked and sucked her clit. I could already ready feel her body starting to shudder. She bit down on her hand to avoid making noise and I braced myself as her supporting leg went loose. She came hard. 

She regained her legs as her orgasm subsided and I stood up. She started to lower herself to suck me. I stop her and said, “No! It’s too late for that!”. Right then I heard a slight knock on the door. I opened it to be greeted by a shyly smiling Ben, and I told him to come on in. He sat back down on his same spot and looked me up and down and said "it took you a bit to get this one on". I lied and said that I got a call from Peter, so I got distracted. He looked me up and down, taking me in. The straps went down across my chest, covering my nipples but allowing my breasts to show on each side. It came down to a skinny thong that barely covered.