That look where he would just have to say the word and I was lost. He had a smirk on his face, his eyes were slightly squinting. I felt a tingle. A sh...ver ran down my spine. I became silent. One look by him, and I knew I was going to be lost, punished and used. My anger subsided, my need for gratification made itself felt.“Whore, take your shirt and bra off!”, he calmly said to me. That word, the way he said it. There was no question that I was going to follow his orders. But part of me still. Plus I really do work a lot, sometimes I tell myself its better this way, that a girlfriend or wife would just be another demand on time I don’t have. But when I’m sitting in my apartment at night hunkered down in dim light before my computer screen, I can’t hide from the reality of my loneliness. At least for a while I had companions in my loneliness, but now Eric was getting married. Now I was even alone in my aloneness. I kept striding an brooding until I suddenly realized the gym was nearly. With one hand supporting my weight, I used the other to guide my cock into her wet cunt. "Finally," is all I could think. I had to start slow, as she really was quite tight. She moved her hands to my ass to facilitate the grinding motion. I squeezed her tits and rubbed her nipples as I machined away at her cunt. I increased the speed and depth that my cock penetrated her and she moaned with her eyes closed as if she was having a beautiful dream.I was kind of feeling a bit cheated that I seemed. At one stage a girl had materialized and had begun stripping, her whole attention concentrated on him. She’d dragged his face against her bare body as she writhed and contorted, encouraged by the cheers of Peter’s erstwhile friends. Peter’s confusion and the fact that he had far too much to drink didn’t help when she dragged him to the bed and began to undress him. God alone knows what she intended before a thumping on the shutters interrupted her performance. ‘Police! Open up!’ The order was.