“I’m not giving you $500 for that, you know?”“How much then?” I could tell that the idea of bartering over the value of her body hurt her de...ply. She clearly considered herself above such the type of people who sold themselves like that, and I relished watching her agonize over her decision. “Hmmm.” A deep breath in, then, “$150.”I expected more pushback, a little negotiation, an outright refusal to allow me her virgin asshole. What I got were sniffling tears and a deeper sob as she nodded her. He twirled strands of fettuccine on his fork and fed me a forkful of puttanesca. He stared at me as it slipped into my mouth, and said, ‘I love watching the ends of those strands of noodles slip between your lips.’ ‘You haven’t answered my question,’ I said. He brought my glass of Valpolicella to my mouth and said, ‘I’m sorry, I was distracted about the things I could imagine sliding between your lips.’ He gave me another sip of wine. ‘Are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of. And forget Modern Colin.IIn between her casualties and waits to hand them over at the hospitalChloe makes time to message me; 'THINKING OF SEEING YOU LATER IS ALREADYMAKING ME WET.'Despite everything, her gorgeous sentiment touches me the way she knewit would. Standing stock still near the window, eyes closed, I can feelher breath between my thighs, the tip of her tongue parts my lips withsilky pressure. Or another sensation, no - sensations, washing one overthe other in slow succession when I. I felt my blindfold being removed and after blinking several times and letting my eyes adjust to the light I took in my predicament. I watched as my wife now wearing stockings and a bra slowly walked towards the bed where a 6 foot 6 supremely toned black guy stood naked waiting for her. My jaw dropped as I gazed upon him, it wasn't his toned body or the length of his 10” fully effect cock, it was the thickness, it looked the size of my wrist. No wonder she was laughing at my now limp cock.She.