While I was drinking it, the man and the girl came over and sat down with the other two and me. They were talking about something although I didn't pa... any attention to what they said. That coffee was much more important to me than what they were saying.When I finished it, they got up and the girl started pushing me toward the front exit. I remember her looking at the man and saying, "My job now." I remember that very clearly and I was happy she was there. I had been lonely and depressed when I. We laughed. We cried. But, it was the quiet moments together that seemed to mean the most. The way she held my hand like she held my heart. As we sat in silence, there seemed to be a profound communion between us. We shared a bond mere words could never convey. A bond understood only by two people whose hearts bore witness to unspeakable pain. Her quiet gaze revealing a sense of hope that was somehow missing in my life. It was during this time we became kindred spirits. Like an angel who came. This brought me to the edge and I warned her I was about to cum as she never swallowed.She briefly withdrew my cock from her mouth. “No I want you to cum in my mouth” she said and started sucking again.“You dirty little slut” I said and she sucked harder and I began to thrust into her mouth. I also pounded the dildo into her pussy as she ground her hips up and down towards it.I could then feel the wave of cum shooting up my cock and she shook as it spurted into her mouth.She sucked and sucked. I did notfully awake until Gary appeared at our bedroom doorwith a breakfast tray. “Morning, Sweetheart. Sleepwell?” “Gary? ‘ Gary?” I did not know what to say. “It’s alright darling. It’s partly my fault for notkeeping better track of your browsing habits.” “You mean last night ‘.?” “It cost quite a bit to rent that club for a night andthe actors cost more, but you’re worth every penny ofit.” He kissed me. I broke into sobs. “It’s called ‘porn addiction.’ Happens more often tomen that to.