After an agonizing period of time, you shudder to another explosive orgasm that rocks the bed. Your moans fill the silence of the room, deafening and ...illing my head. A sensual melody that I will always replay when I am alone. Once your breath is steady, you hover directly over the head of my cock. I hold my breath, the burning ache is written all over my face and in my eyes. Please! I scream desperately in my head. My plea is finally answered as you plunge yourself down onto my waiting. Embarrassed that they may have had a "feminine accident" during the night, all three decided to wash their sheets as well. Once the noise of the washer was heard, the other two girls quickly brought their messy sheets to put into the load. It was only as they sat at the breakfast table, drinking juice and nurturing headaches that anyone had the spirit to talk about the night before.Ashley looked around, "Who cleaned this place up? Last I remember there were beer cans and wine glasses and all. As I lay there with the heat of the lamps and the air of the fan it made me aware of every inch of my body. My hands wandering up and down until I was startled back to reality by the sound of the bed turning off. I quickly dressed and left.I didn’t want to go home, not yet so I drove to a remote area where I knew I would be alone. My body was hot from tanning, but inside as well from my thoughts of him. I got out of the car, lit a cigarette and drew in a deep breathe and let it out hard. The. I use the word 'work', but it's not like the sort of 'work' you do at a job; so maybe I should call it my 'hobby'; and that would be true. The 'work' will be done by the young man himself, more than by me. And the pay-off? The reward for all that hard work I am going to put him through, is an orgasm, of course! However, this will be no ordinary orgasm; no quick and easy conclusion; no hurried ejaculation. Not in the slightest; and these young men know this, are told this by me, before they ever.