"I still forgive you," I told her, and then kissed her to prove it. "You don't need magic to have me, you little slut," I said after coming up for air... a minute later. Our second kiss was passionate, almost animalistic, as we tried to force our tongues further into each others' mouths.My hands were all over Jenny's sweet body, and on sudden impulse I trapped one of her nipples between my fingers and twisted it roughly through the thin fabric of her top. Jenny gasped and swayed in my arms, nearly. I knew I wanted more of his cum but I wasn't ready to put my mouth on him just yet. His moan tipped me off that he was cuming so I opened my mouth. The first blast hit my chin so I quickly put my mouth around the head of his cock. The warm fluid filled my mouth to the point of spilling onto my thigh. I continued to extract all his cum until I was sure I had it all... then I swallowed.The object of my debaucherous behavior disappeared back through the hole. I heard him pull up his zipper and say. .. don't know where to start," she said. "It was all just too much." Start wherever you like," he suggested.She began with the proposition of Rafael LeTone, the degradation she felt and how she had almost succumbed to the lure of a large donation to the foundation, then the realization that LeTone was right, that despite the elegant party, beautiful dress and refined conversation, she was still prostituting herself. Then the epiphany that see could -- must say no to LeTone, to the contract and. “Do you?” I asked.“Yes. I’m moving forward, not looking back. What happened in December really helped me. The talking in-between more than the sex, believe it or not.”“I believe it,” I said. “And I am very happy to hear that.”“I discovered something else, too.”“What’s that?”“That you and I can fuck ourselves silly and not cause each other emotional problems!”I chuckled, “So it would seem. But at this point, you know that probably isn’t in the cards.”“Oh, I realize, and I understand. On the.