“You do that so well,” she purred, beaming at me. “You look you like you’ve just been shagged, you’d better go and get yourself straightened... up.”So, I did. I rushed to get my bag and made haste for the bathroom to quickly clean her juices from my face and re-apply make-up and brush my hair.Sometime later we arrived at Cellar Wines and I was a little nervous about meeting so many new people and wondered how I would be introduced. All were there except Fran, who was expected later due to work. "I am getting tired of your little fucking games, Joe." I turned my back to him, giving him an opportunity to try and jump me. He did that once, shortly after I picked up the slut from a dyke bar down on the waterfront. After I kicked his ass, breaking several of his fingers while he apologized, I pissed on his face and told him what a pathetic excuse for a man he was. "If you had any real balls, your fucking slut-wife wouldn't out, looking to get fucked by strangers!" I enjoyed watch the tears. .. she's clothed again. "What's wrong baby?" I ask as she turns her head away avoiding eye contact. She shakes her head with a slight shug and grabs her shoes.I rush over to her, still fully naked and try and kiss her. She refuses my advance and pushes me aside as she heads towards my front door. There's a pause and I'm speachless when she turns and looks me in the eye for a brief second and says bluntly, "it's over. I don't want to see you any more." She hesistates as she turns away then adds. .. Please...” – turning her head dead ahead, locking her body shape, tensing up ... Bracing herself... We cut to a low-angle shot – watching the pink tip of his rapidly hardening cock as it stabs against her pussy lips a few times – fast and wet, and then ... Inside... “Ah ... Oh ... Yes ... Yeesss...!” Moans Ella, as we cut to see her face glowing, eyes twinkling, jaw hanging slightly open – thrilled by the instant of penetration, “Oh yes ... Fuck me doggy ... Fuck me...”Dennis moves in close,.