"Don't you mean good kitty-kat?" she sassed as she rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.Charlie jerked awake. He desperately ...ried to focus on something and realized that the maid must have come in and dimmed the light in the conference room. Damn it! They had done it again, he thought wearily. Looking down at Kat, he realized that she was still slumbering in his arms. He could definitely become used to this. As he shifted slightly, he frowned when he felt a dampness on. I smoothed out her bangs."Okay, it wasn't that obvious! And what was clear is that you were only doing it to fulfill my fantasies and yours. That was very sweet of you!"It worked. But further explanations were in order."Remember--I try to write realist stories. So I have an eye for what seems more or less likely. Maybe it's no better than anyone else's but there were a few things that just didn't 'compute' as they say."My cock was getting really hard as I 'accidentally' rubbed against Rikki's. Forget the fingers. Forget the sex toys. Have that masseur plow your bottom. I never asked for that, since I’m married, obviously. But when I was there in Italy, I heard him pounding some lady. It was loud. And I mean really loud. It sounded so painful too. But when I saw them leaving the private massage room, that lady was swooning. I mean, she was practically floating in the air after that pounding she took. I also think the woman needed some help walking, but that’s another story. I also. "Oh fuck me," I moaned at how good that felt, then whimpered as it stopped and pulled out. I don't know why I was so horny, and I almost begged it to push back into me, but then something else pushed in, bigger and harder. Much bigger in fact, bigger than any guy I ever had before, and I'd been with more than a few.I'm not a slut and never gave it up on the first date. Sometimes the next morning with a BJ on the first date if he was super hot, but that's technically the second date. But.