Leo's neck hairs stood up. Time to get away."My purse! That beggar stole my purse!"Leo took up speed and tried to distance himself as fast as he could...ithout looking suspicious."There he is!"Leo risked a glance behind him. The merchant pointed directly at him. Ofcourse, he would be mistaken for the thief. Worse was the guard thatheard and followed the accusation.Leo took off and ran with all his might. He knew too well that pleadinghis innocence wouldn't help. Besides, he was known in these. Dao-Ming's mighty thrusts were steadily driving me to successive, crescendoing, seemingly persistent orgasms, each more intense than the one before, stealing my breath as I came. Never before had I felt anything even remotely resembling what I felt that day, and seldom since.And yet my orgasms ramped to an even higher intensity when I felt her reach around and start rubbing my slick nub. I was shaking, sheathed in sweat, my hair plastered to my neck, back, forehead, cheeks, grunt-moan-screaming. I’m so hard my veins feel like they’ll cut my hand. Already the tip is dripping wet enough that I run my palm over it and slide it down my length enough to lubricate it completely. It feels good, I could cum now but I need to take it slow, stay sharp, and keep my eyes open. I don’t want to get caught or miss an opportunity to find another of my people. Still nothing, I’ll have to amp it up. I wrap my fist around the base and run it up to the swollen head forcing more of the slippery fluid from. ”“Yeah, she’s into it, here, it’s my card, look me up on Facebook, and we’ll get it set up.” The card was embossed in gold foil with a silhouette of a crowd of partiers naming Anil Ahriman as CEO.“They’re not too racy, right?” she questioned.Phil’s eyes widened in horror, but Anil cut in, “Of course not, I am not a porn guy, this is about parties, all wholesome fun. Trust me you’ll have a blast.”Rapidly losing control, Phil’s voice took on a serious edge, “Anil, dude.”“What bro? I’m giving your.