It left her panting for breath with her eyes squeezed tight. But, Iona wanted him to know how much of a woman she truly was. This body was his and she...wanted him to take all of it and never need another.Lowering herself to her elbows and raising her ass high, she began rocking her body—pulling away from him and almost losing him completely, then jamming herself against him. It was like hitting a wall, but the sound she heard come from him each time she impaled herself was priceless.As he. There were two young servers pushing the carts into the room.One is Black and the other is White. They were uncovering the plates and platters, and the metal covered pans of the food when Joe and the girls staggered into the front room. I was holding my cup out for some coffee when the girl looked up at me. “You’re Jerry Helton, aren’t you?”“I sure am. What’s your name.”“Belinda. Uhhh, we’re not supposed to do this, but would let me have your autograph?”“Sure, we have some photos over here if. Cry. It's okay. Do whatever you need to."So I stayed in his arms, and cried.Eventually, my tears dried up. I had been reduced to nothing but smudged makeup, red eyes, and a runny nose. He could have easily put me in my place, and hurt me like none other.But he was above that. He took the opportunity to comfort me, instead of knocking me down."Shh ... Lauren, don't worry. You don't deserve that. You deserve so much better..."He rubbed my hair, and picked up the bag."Pretzel?"I had to laugh.. I approached her but the thick coat, which she was wearing, was not allowing me take proper measurements. I asked her to wear some other saree blouse but she did not have. I thought she may be wearing some sort of top below the overcoat and asked her if she can remove the coat to facilitate me to take measures. She nodded and removed the coat. To my utter surprise, she was not wearing any top but had only her bra and had worn coat over it.Anita was standing in front of me wearing only skimpy.