The waiter comes over to take my order as I am getting up to leave. Seeing my despair, he inquires if I am all right and I tell him I am just tired fr...m my long day and the exhausting heat, I need to get back to my hotel. He is a kind, older gentleman with a heavy Italian accent, he escorts me to the door and hails me a taxi. The taxi screams to a halt in front of me and the waiter opens the door. I thank him for his kindness and press a twenty dollar bill into his hand as I slide into the. She went from moaning to screaming, and from merely wet to absolutely drenched. She even sought to take matters into her own hands, but when she tried to flick her now red and swollen little clit, I swatted her hand. "Do I have to restrain you? " I threatened. She may be the one with the gun and handcuffs in her purse, but I could always get out the duct tape. Emily put her hands to work on her breasts instead, pinching, pulling and twisting her highly aroused nipples. She was hoping to make. I think I even made out the word "Darling..." as she started to manifest.Now I knew what had to be done. This woman had to be kept in her present state of ecstatic oblivion until whatever time someone came to our rescue. And I was facing a serious marathon challenge.Was this how the young gigolos felt as they performed their duty for the wrinkled and gnarled old widows? I'd heard a cynical report of how it was done. To get it up, imagine she's somebody young and gorgeous. Then to delay. Most people had thought that after the death from the die offs had finished there would be plenty of things for the survivors to live on. Unfortunately they had forgotten about the tendency of men without hope to destroy things. Men, not many but enough, had reacted to facing death by indulging in an orgy of destruction, as if by destroying the cities and towns they would remain alive. Fire was the favorite means and many people, who would have otherwise lived, died when their homes burned.