One day I received an unmarked large envelope and inside was an interracial sex magazine with graphic explicit sex acts depicted. I quickly shoved it ...ack into the envelope and through it into my bag. I didn't want to throw into the trash for fear someone would find it and what would they think. I would throw it away on the way home when no one would see. Since it was Friday I worked half days and drove home forgetting the magazine was in the bag. Once I got home and reached into my bag there. He told me what to text you as I was sucking his cock. He told me to reach around and slide a finger deep in my slutty ass while he fucked my mouth I was so close to cumming when he pulled me up pushed me against the wall told me to put my face against the wall and stuck my ass out he smacked my ass pretty hard 4 or 5 times then told me to spread my legs he started rubbing my clit so hard I asked him if I could cum he said no then started fucking my ass with 2 fingers leaned in and whispered. ”“About the blow job . . .” I began.“Takes the edge off,” Jill interrupted, “I've had guys go for over an hour on the third or fourth time.”“Third or fourth . . .” Jennifer squeaked.“Don't worry, sweetie,” Jill told her, “Just let things happen at their own pace.”After a long group hug with a few kisses thrown in, we separated. I grabbed the package of wipes, offering them to Jill first as she had the biggest mess to deal with and then to Jennifer. Jennifer cleaned herself, then took a few. I could tell he was worried and everything was not alright. Sometimes you just had to play the hand that you were dealt. We waited.It was the longest four hours of my life. Then the longest five hours, then the longest six hours. I was worried, but I was not feeling any worry from Patrick. We were not connected per se, as both of us thought that might be dangerous, but I still thought I would have picked up a feeling if something was drastically wrong. Then Samantha asked to see me alone and.