’ ‘I’d really like you to stay and have breakfast. Can you at least do that? I promise not to touch you. Please stay.’ Her resolve to leave ...seemed to be slowly easing. Finally, she agreed. ‘OK, maybe for just a little while.’ I poured a cup of coffee and put it on the counter. ‘Do you take cream and sugar?’ ‘No, just black please.’ She walked to the counter, picked up the cup and stepped back. She was obviously afraid of me. She was a beautiful young woman, obviously in very good shape,. My hips buck up high in the air to aid the next release of cum. My body oh so tense, the sensation washing over the whole of my body now. So tense. Almost pain but this pain is extreme pleasure. Coming and going. The cum release is fantastic but the sensation is supreme. My head and neck snap into position watching the sex show, watching my cock. Personal voyeurism.My breathing stops again. Wrist action rhythm now erratic, not steady as before. Stop then start. Large exhale of breath. The next. Michael answered it and found it was Baron. He informed Michael that he forgot to invite him to a party that they were having a week from tonight. He also asked about Silk and Michael, taking the phone into the other room, updated Baron to everything that had transpired the night before. Baron again told Michael of the party and asked if he would bring Silk. Michael asked if he thought she was ready for that step and Baron said that she was, but that Michael should talk it over with her first.. She had her fill being fucked by a real man and then let her cuckolded husband clean up the mess and slowly drive her to a final orgasm with his tongue. On top of it, he seemed oblivious to what was going on with Steve, to the point of eating his cum out of her pussy. She got such a charge out of this that she told Steve about it on the phone later. Listening in on it from the other room, he heard her say that she wanted to do this again, that Steve and her should increase their fucking and she.