I stared at the ceiling and waited for my breathing to even out. I’d forgotten my hands until she reached up and released them. I flexed my wrists a...d fingers but there were no ill effects. Letting out a long breath, I stroked my hands through Callie’s hair and over her back. She shifted a little and I slipped out of her but otherwise we stayed as we were. ‘Well, that was something,’ I said. I was drifting into that calm, pre-sleep phase. ‘Something good?’ Callie sounded more awake than I felt,. I wiped most of his spit off, except for a little on the tip, as I wanted it dry and for him to really feel the friction of my cock entering his tight hairy hole. Just before I entered him, he said that he couldn't believe he was doing this again... as I guess, he's been fucked before for cash. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I need to get off and he needs cash. We're helping each other out, so I don't feel bad about it. Even to this day, I don't feel bad. I didn't force him, he. Xenophobia began to cry."But he's so big ... Mummy ... so big ... Mummy," responded Xenophobio throughhis tears."Xeno, honey. He's a real man and not a little swishy/sissy/boy like you.The next time you are in the bath check out your tiny penis. It willnever get big enough to satisfy a girl.Save your tears until this new strap starts tearing up your fat behind.You'll need them, then. Get it, baby .... tear and tear - you obviouslydon't find that amusing ... maybe your 'new leather friend'. “Go on upstairs,” he said. “We can't carry on a conversation with you standing here naked.”I turned and started up the stairs. Then turned to look back. He was looking at my ass.“You're looking at my ass,” I said.“Yes,” he said. “I guess I am.”“You have seen my ass before,” I said. “And it was the same ass.”“I guess I just never noticed it before.”I shook my head in disbelief then walked up the stairs. I didn't turn to look at him again, but I did put a bit of wiggle in my walk, a little more.