I guess some of it's left." It's called cherry popping. Boys call it that. Penetrating the hymen, a whole one, it can hurt."She nodded. "That all?"I l...cked my lips feeling my cock swelling. Just talking about it made me horny. "Probably hurts young women, and maybe men, more than older ones. Depends on size and, well, consideration; oh, an experience. Rape's got to hurt. It's violent. Making love shouldn't hurt."She nodded and looked away.We sat there silently for a while."Why'd you ask?" Heard. As we lay there after, my cock still inside her but now somewhat soft, she asked me again."So, what are you thinking about this dinner party thing? You know I really want to do it." Yeah, you've made that pretty clear. Well, we'd have to think about Melissa." Mom will take her, I've already asked."Well, it was looking like my wife wanted to try out this dinner party thing with her school-mom friend. Well, why not? I told her sure and that was that.The next evening, she told me that we were on. ....she stuttered. "Don't worry your husband told me you guys were staying at the Hiltons, in room 608" "Okay" she said grabbing Jamal's arm. I stood there in the restroom when I heard the door open. I could hear laughing and giggles coming from Jasmine and Jamal. I could hear Jasmine say "take me to the bedroom". I heard the bedroom door open. I slowly opened the bathroom door, all the lights in the suite were off except the lone lamp in the bedroom. I looked inside and saw Jasmine and. "Now sit!" She indicated the chair in front of her desk, she sat in her position of power, secure. "What did your message mean?"He looked puzzled, "I, I, I was thanking you for last night, what else?" She could think of plenty else it might mean, from "Screw you" to "I'm going to ruin you". New Boston politics was a rough business."Why would you thank me for that?" She sounded as incredulous as she felt."It was the most fulfilling night of my life." She heard the words, she didn't hear any.