We both knew how experienced I was at giving head. There was no question I’d be able to make him cum. And when he did, I planned on swallowing it al...l. Both because I knew he’d enjoy it and because I knew I would too. I remembered his taste from the first time, how different it was than normal. I wanted to enjoy it again. With how hard he was, maybe I’d even get seconds.His hand reached down and pawed at my chest, trying to get a good grip despite the awkward angle and the kitchen table being in. ..The attending executioners where waiting for it. They said: Kiss him now if you can BITCH! And they inserted him into me! It hurt, at first, but with the sweat drooling down my back, into my butt cheeks, I was pretty well lubed….I asked: You got enough left?Like a man, says "yes" when he means "no"I did this for the spectators, I went up and down our nails, hurting me terribly!He got hard, with MUCH manipulation, got him to cum inside me, I sighed, the last good sex either of us would know!. When we arrived at the hotel bar, every person in the place, men and women turned to look at Sharon. Their eyes followed her to the table where Jerry rose to greet her with a full embrace and a lingering kiss. It felt like they all knew the deal and I should have realized then that they were right. Jerry was a tall, very muscular guy with broad shoulders and thick biceps. He smiled at Sharon as she sat down and said, a Moscow Mule right, pushing the familiar copper cup over to her. Sorry, man,. She continued talking about her day and how she was going to enjoy seeing old friends and family.My eyes begin to wander back down her body starting with her sleek neck, past the thin straps of the nightie clinging to her shoulders, round the outline of those pert tits, her nipples are pointing through the thin material of her nightie. I continued down following the curve of her hips round to her bum and then I was back to the naked thigh.She must have noticed as she changed the conversation.