But today it was purely a crowded space and an unintentional bump.Our food arrived and we had a pleasant conversation regardless that my mind was fill...d with a fetish that had ruled my youth and now I was sitting across from a pretty woman that had me aroused. In fact I was so aroused that standing would have been an embarrassment.“Oh look at the time,” Greta said, “I promised I’d be back early, I need to pay for my lunch.”“Why don’t I pay, you go ahead back to work, it will be my treat.” I. ’ He leaned in to kiss her and she, like always, tilted her mouth up to his. Her lips were cold, immobile. Damon’s stomach knotted. ‘Goodnight. I love you,’ he heard her murmur, as if from a distance. Smiling automatically into her small, heart-shaped face, Damon replied, without thinking, ‘I love you, too.’ But he hadn’t loved her. Not really, or at least, not nearly enough to bind himself to her for the rest of his life. He’d known it and apparently, she’d known it—even before he had. Every. I was semi-soft now, but I couldn’t go completely limp, thankfully, not while three people used my cock as their personal treat or snack. The adoring way that they viewed me, looking up at me, batting their lovely eyes at me, pleading with me for more ... It was absolutely intoxicating. I couldn’t believe the degree of worship that they now paid me and my cock, honing in on me that way to service me without a thought of themselves. My prick was just a little sore, not enough that I couldn’t. As she stretched, her halter rode up her breasts until Samson got a good view of her lower nipples. That's why Heather wore this outfit, but she never expected to be showing off her body to a dangerous black a****l. She opened the refrigerator for a can of beer. The blast of cold air hit her breasts. Heather felt her nipples grow completely hard until goosebumps peppered her areola. Samson openly stared at them when she handed him the beer. "Perhaps, there's some other way we could repay you?".