As I knocked on the door I became aware of how nervous I was, wondering what type of massage she would let me give.Sara opened the door in a Chinese s...yle bathrobe. Her hair was up high in a bun. Sarah looked so real, and vulnerable. There was no heavy makeup applied to her face, no corporate clothing to try to impress executives.When the door was opened, her apartment was dark inside with a few low-lit lamps and candles. She greeted me cheerfully and invited me in.The apartment smelled of. Melissa climaxed one final time. They lay for some time afterwards in silence. It was an awkward silence. Melissa wondered if Leon felt like her, having so much to say and yet reluctant to speak it out. She hardly knew the man that was lying naked beside her in the bed that she shared with her husband; the man that had fucked her. Not just that, but also the man whose cum was leaking from her unprotected fertile womb. “Aye you okay?” came a voice from the man lying beside her. She turned and. He may have looked calm and relaxed to anyone who looked at the married, fifty-six year old sitting in the hotel lounge, but his heart was pounding like a jackhammer. He looked at his phone one last time before shutting it off for the night. He didn’t want any interruptions for what he had planned to do with -- and to -- Lexi.The two became virtual friends more than a year earlier, meeting on a website devoted to erotic stories. Scott had written a few. She liked a few of them. Their. “Davie, how about you pick up the tool set we use to fix the rocket ship and put it back in your room. Jack will put the couch together. I’ll pick up the hand grenades over here.”Davie smiled, relieved that there were at least two adults there to get in trouble. He agreed easily, “Okay John.”Davie bustled off with his little tool kit to put it in his room. Jack started putting the cushions back on the couch. John went around the room picking up the other toys they had used as hand grenades..