He should have thrashed her for disrespect, resolving the orgasm situation. Crossing the room, he removed his cane from his gym bag. Returning, he sto...d beside the couch. “Stand up, Clare.”She smiled at him, “Thank you.” He'd understood her. He'd accepted her choice. Self-respect wouldn't permit her to escape severe justice for her inappropriate pleasure.“This is going to hurt.”“It must.”He pointed to the space next to her couch as respect exploded in his heart.Planting her feet on her. Nick was trying to defuse the situation quickly as he knew the crowd inside was watching. Finally having them separated, Nick stood between them talking Anthony down. Skye took off up the street only stopping to flash the onlookers from the restaurant before flipping her brother off and yelling “Don’t Worry bub. I won’t be trouble for you anymore." Skye fumbled her way through the streets, unsure of what street Jeremy lived on. Jeremy was her love. Sure they had their ups and downs, and her. But she was a pretty woman, and a widow, who continued to live alone and gave no outward sign that she was worried, and some people drew the wrong conclusions.And so, one day, one of the other women's drunken husband came to her, and said he could help her to buy some food, if only she would do a little something for him. Being not particularly sophisticated, she had not really understood what he meant, and he, in turn, being not very bright, had mistaken her incomprehension for coyness... with. “But look at your cock, my dear. It has jumped up like an eager puppy. It is all hard and drooling after two minutes of this crappy porn.”I did not need to check to know she was right. We watched the clip to the end. My penis stayed hard even though my head felt like a balloon on fire.After the clip, L’s hand stroked my erection. “It is what you long for is it not? You want to be in a room with me while one of my boys fucks me.”“I, I am not sure…”I felt L’s nails dig into my erection. Not too.