Immediately after putting her head down on the table, Samantha was fast asleep. The medical tube was assisted in putting her to sleep by the enormous ...level of energy she'd burned off recently, including the two-thirds of a hockey game she'd participated in that afternoon.Samantha woke up with only vague memories of the test – but with her body covered in sweat, like she'd been running a triathlon. She was thirsty, and the sleep of the test hadn't refreshed her – it was like sleep training in. I am always nervous about being able to make guys cum. Once they cum I know I have done my job and succeeded. I don't want him to have to take his dick in his own hand and stroke it for me. I don't want him to get soft, take a break, and then jerk off and cum. I want to use my body and skills and draw that cum out of him.My favorite guys are married older white guys who come to Las Vegas with several days of cum built up in their balls. As soon as they can get away from the conference and the. ”“Yours,” I managed, shaking and finally spent after what had seemed like an endless orgasm.Not that Abby was done. She pushed me back on the bed roughly and straddled my hips, rubbing herself against me, marking me, or perhaps she was letting me mark her. I felt her hands slide over my stomach, smearing her husband’s thick cum over my stomach and then my ribs and, finally, my tits.“Who do you belong to, kitten?” she growled, leaning over me, her face filling my vision.“You, Mistress. I belong. Hmmm, it surely seems as if she’s excited.Okay, maybe my women are right and I do put off some kind of pheromone or something, but that only happens when I’m sexually excited or thinking about sex, right? But damn, she has a sexy mouth that just begs to be kissed, and I wonder what’s really under that blouse. Those bumps sure look interesting.Admonishing himself, his thoughts continued, What the fuck is wrong with me? I already have sixteen wives – mostly due to my Clan Queen’s manipulations..