She hadn't listened to her intuition and went up to the room with Brian. A couple of weeks later her nightmare had begun and from that day until this ...they had not spoken."Merry Christmas" was all she could think to say. Why not "I'm sorry"? Why not, "Please forgive me"? She was the high priced litigator and then as now she couldn't find the words.Helene walked to the windows and stared again into the mid-morning fog. She watched as a minivan with its lights on drove into the parking lot. It. I don’t mind talking about sex, but I could feel my cock twitching as I pictured myself penetrating her.She must have noticed me blush because she smiled at me, a big drunken smile, and I could see a mischievous glint in her eye.“I love the feel of a hard cock sliding slowly inside me.” She continued, obviously loving my embarrassment. “Nice, deep strokes, filling me up.”“You should be telling him, not me.” I managed to say, feeling like an idiot. She is very pretty, with long black hair. “That’s it fellows. This cunt is worn out.” Tina announced while trying to get up on her weak knees. “This has been one hell of a fantasy fulfilled. Thank you all for cumming, and cumming, and cumming.” I helped Tina get into a nearby chair as the rest of the crew set about trying to find their clothes. Finally they were all dressed and began to bid their goodbyes. One by one, they filed past Tina and gave her either a quick kiss on the cheek, tweaked her rock hard nipples or slipped a finger. .no thank you," I stammered."WHAT...." he exclaimed laughing.... as did the rest of the bar."This fella doesn't want to taste a wet pussy...he must be some kind ofsissy faggot!" Everyone laughed louder and I turned bright red, evenworse Jenny was laughing with them whilst sipping her cocktail. I starteddrinking my coke whilst Jenny talked and flirted with Gus, mostly I wasignored. Feeling the need to go to the bathroom I stood and turned, as Idid I collided with a waitress carrying a tray. The.