She had no shortage of lovers, but very few long-term connections. She used sex to facilitate deals, and took pleasure from whoever caught her eye, us...ually without so much as exchanging numbers. She considered her own demand as a sexual being to be a source of pride, since demand drove her metaphorical price up - allowing her to dictate the terms of her couplings. Every move she made, on the trading floor or the dance floor, was cold, composed, and calculated to generate maximum return for her. I wanted him to stop but knew I also wanted him to continue. I needed his cock in me, I needed his cum in me. I clinched my teeth and let out a whimper. The head of his giant black cock was in me. He let it stay for a second, he let my muscles relax. Then he began to apply more pressure. He added more lubrication and continued to insert his black cock into me. I could feel him filling me. I could feel the weight of his dick inside me, I could feel him stretching my ass open. Then he began to. He put one arm around her waist. Neither said anything. Jenny was in her room and they could hear her quietly strumming her guitar through the closed door. Matt was still wearing his jeans and Polo from the morning but Cindy had changed. She was now wearing an old pair of lightweight tan cords and a white long-sleeve cotton sweater. The bruises on her arms were turning colors and she was glad they were covered.Matt broke the silence when he asked, “Cindy who do you know in Scottsdale, or I. My vagina was sore. So was myrectum. The corset felt as if it was cutting me in two. And, as if thereweren't enough problems, I didn't have a way home. I thought to myself,"This is a fine mess for a normal straight heterosexual guy to findhimself in!" Lisa was already awake. She stood up first and offered me ahand. Together with her help, I managed to get up off the thicklycarpeted floor where I had spent the night.I asked Lisa, "Could you please take off this instrument of torture. Andthese.