Almost before they finished, Sue spoke firmly. "Cutie, climb on top of him. Hold him. This is not about sex, this is about caring."Cutie almost leaped...up on the table and covered his body with her own. Her arms wrapped around him where they could, and she kissed his cheek. His arms lifted and held her as well.Once they had relaxed, Sue continued. "After an orgasm, a man is very weak and vulnerable. At that time, holding him tells him that you care. Even if what happens between a man and a woman. Because he had just cum less than 30 minutes earlier, I knew it was going to be a long time fuck before he came a second time, and thats what my sexually precocious body needed right at that moment, a long deep fuck. Over and over I rose and fell, feeling every ridge on his dick as it slid back and forth inside my most intimate space. We fucked that way for a long time, but i could tell by the look in Paul's eyes he wanted to take control and fuck me like he did our first time. I rolled off his. I picked up my shotgun and checked my ammo. I also checked the 'device'. It was still strapped on my back, tight and snug as a baby on a back pouch. On the outside the 'device' looked just like a stick pony toy. The difference being the stick was made of an intricate, super-light alloy, and the head, the pony bit, was like an enlarged, stylized knight's chess piece made of some kind of crystal, among other more exotic materials.There was no one around the chamber. I half-expected it to be. " She made the quotations marks in the air with her fingers as she said that part. "In short, Cowboy, you paid for a VIP booth. It comes with its own waitress. I am that waitress, but you can always request a different one." So why do you get to call me 'Cowboy, ' after giving me a litany of things that I'm not allowed to call you?" I asked."Because, Cowboy, isn't demeaning ... It isn't racist ... And it describes you to a T," she said. "You couldn't look more like the Marlboro man if you rode.